She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth
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She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways by 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! |
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