7.27.2006

Poetry Thursday

Because I'm still slogging through this book, I've also been reading the lake poets.

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

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!

-William Wordsworth

1 comment:

Dr Hiding Pup said...

Ah, trust Lucy to cheer you up :-)