She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of dove,
A maid whom there was 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!