William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Springs of Dove

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!

1. The Glen of Loch Etive
2. Seathwaite Chapel
3. Iona
4. In the Sound of Mull
5. Hart-Leap Well

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