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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON CHARACTERS: SARAH TAYLOR RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOVE OF GOD by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE CONSOLATION by ANNE BRONTE ASOLANDO: PONT DELL' ANGELO, VENICE by ROBERT BROWNING THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MILLER'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |