Sunday, August 20, 2017

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways


She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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!

Painting: Girl By A Woodland Stream by Edgar Barclay

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