噢，这于我，是何等的残忍！
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 ！