The Lost Love（1/1）

Willia Wordsworth

She dwelt aong the untrodden ways

Beside the sprgs of Dove;

A aid who there were o praise,

And very few to love.

A violet by a ossy stone

Half hidden fro the eye！—

Fair as a star, when only one

Is shgthe sky.

She lived unknown, and few uld know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she isher grave, and oh,

The differeo !