She Dwelt Among th’ Untrodden Ways

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She Dwelt Among th’ Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among th’ 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.

A slumber did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

She seemed a thing that could not feel

The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;

She neither hears nor sees,

Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course

With rocks and stones and trees!