She dwelt among the untrodden ways by William Wordsworth
I’m rereading The Eyre Affair (it was chosen for Austin Book Nerds) and I remembered posting this poem by Wordsworth. I found another poem of his to share today.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
By 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!
