Death has been described and explained in many different ways by many different poets, William Wordsworth and Seamus Heaney being two of them.

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Death has been described and explained in many different ways by many different poets, William Wordsworth and Seamus Heaney being two of them.

   Wordsworth’s romantic poem We are seven is based in the countryside and is about a little girl telling Wordsworth about her family. In the poem, I see love, unity, and identification expressed by Wordsworth. Love is seen in stanza three

                Her eyes were fair and very fair;

                Her beauty made me glad.

Unity can be seen in  stanza eight and fourteen

                Seven boys and girls are we;

                Two of us in the churchyard lie,

                Beneath the churchyard tree.

                Together round her grave we played,

                My brother John and I.

Identification is seen in stanza two

                She was eight years old, she said;

                Her hair was thick with many a curl

                That clustered round her head.

The simple structure of the poem symbolizes the simple life of the little girl,

                A simple child, dear brother Jim,

                That lightly draws its breath,

                And feels its life in every limb,

                What should it know of death?

From this stanza I can see that the little girl is very different from the children whom Charles Dickens wrote about, she seems happier.

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        The little girl’s innocence and immaturity appears in stanza five,

                Two of us in the churchyard lie,

                My sister and my brother;

                And in the churchyard cottage I

                Dwell near them with my mother.

The little girl does not hesitate to say that her brother and sister lie in the churchyard, she shows no emotion at all.

        Wordsworth notices that it does not add up if there are meant to be seven in her family,                

                 Yet you are seven; I pray you tell,

                Sweet maid, how may this be?

The little maid ...

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