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/lucy-ii/
