She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways By William Wordssworth

She dwelt among the the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove.
A Maid whom there were none of 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 live unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

Untrodden : unfrequented
Beside : near
Dove : several rivers in England are named Dove
Mossy : covered with moss