She dwelt among the untrodden ways <br />Beside the springs of Dove, <br />A Maid whom there were none to praise <br />And very few to love: <br /> <br />A violet by a mossy stone <br />Half hidden from the eye! <br />--Fair as a star, when only one <br />Is shining in the sky. <br /> <br />She lived unknown, and few could know <br />When Lucy ceased to be; <br />But she is in her grave, and, oh, <br />The difference to me!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-dwelt-among-the-untrodden-ways/
