THE BADGER PUBLIC LIBRARY - Wordsworth Poetry

She Dwelt Among Unrotten Ways

William Wordsworth

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
    Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
    And very few to love:

A violet by a mosy tone
    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!