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VIII.
[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:
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.
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
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She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
1799.
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