She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

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 !

William Wordsworth