Lyrical ballads/Volume 2/Song

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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 liv'd unknown, and few could know
 When Lucy ceas'd to be;
But she is in her Grave, and Oh!
 The difference to me.