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.
Source:The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York