William Wordsworth(1770–1850)
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
Beside the springs of Dove.2
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!
1800