Lucy ii
1770-1850
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 468
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/468.html">Lucy ii by William Wordsworth</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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