Lyrical Ballads Vol II 1800

Song

She dwelt umong 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.

A slumber did my spirit seal,
I had no human fears:
She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force
She neither hears nor sees
Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks and stones and trees!