Lucy (She dwelt among the untrodden ways...)

II. 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!

Notes to the poem:

Written in Germany in 1799.
First published in 1800.