Willia Wordsworth
She dwelt aong the untrodden ways
Beside the sprgs of Dove;
A aid who there were o praise,
And very few to love.
A violet by a ossy stone
Half hidden fro the eye！—
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shgthe sky.
She lived unknown, and few uld know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she isher grave, and oh,
The differeo !