Wordsworth’s “She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways.”

Izis Bidermana1

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

(photo Izis Bidermanas)

http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/09/10/william-wordsworths-she-dwelt-among-the-untrodden-ways/

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