Poem by William Wordsworth

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. Calais
2. On Approaching Home after a Tour in Scotland
3. Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a Friend in the Vale of Grasmere
4. To ———
5. Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne

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