Lyrical Ballads, with other poems, by William Wordsworth


She dwelt among th’ 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 liv’d unknown, and few could know

  When Lucy ceas’d to be;

But she is in her Grave, and Oh!

  The difference to me.

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