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She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:



A violet by a mosy tone

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!





Como estoy falta de inspiración y a este hombre parece que nunca le faltaba, pues poema primaveral. Además de que estoy dándole vueltas al comentario de texto del mismo. Del Rey de los Románticos, William Wordsworth.