
William Wordsworth
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!
Here we have yet another of Wordsworth's melancholy rhyming ballads in iambic tetrameter with a foot omitted every even line for emphasis, similar to "A slumber did my spirit seal" (featured in Songs of Eretz June 10, 2014 http://www.eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2014/06/poem-of-day-slumber-did-my-spirit-seal.html), and one of several "Lucy" poems composed by the poet. It is unclear who this Lucy was, or if she even did exist. [SH] Lucy apparently did indeed "live unknown."
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