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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

William Wordsworth

CLXXVII. The Lost Love

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!