Lucy Poem

It's been a while since I read Victorian Poetry. Being an extremely moody creature I ended up reading my favourite poem- Lucy by William Wordsworth. I know Mrs. Dennison (my Lit. teacher in School) would be very happy to know that I still enjoy and appreciate poetry like the way I did in school.

So, here is my favourite part of the poem (it's a very long poem)-

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