SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS

SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS

 - William Wordsworth

          SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways

            Beside the springs of Dove,

          A Maid whom there were none to praise

            And very few to love:

          A violet by a mossy stone

            Half hidden from the eye!

          --Fair as a star, when only one

            Is shining in the sky.

          She lived unknown, and few could know

            When Lucy ceased to be;                            

          But she is in her grave, and, oh,

            The difference to me!