She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways...
by William Wordsworth
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!
by William Wordsworth
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!
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3 Comments:
I feel too small, insignificant after reading this post. I am no one to comment. Though I feel as an ignorant being, lesser literate, I have my own pros.
Ignorance is bliss, especially when you post.
February 04, 2005 9:42 PM
I really like this poem, even though it is a monody, because the rhymes, albeit predictable, are perfect, in the sense that they are alternately rhymed, and therefore the poem has a kind of flowing way about it. I agree, though, that it does make me pale in comparison!
March 27, 2005 6:00 PM
aman: :)
marmite: I'm not a connoisseur of the written word, but you make good sense :)
April 25, 2005 9:58 AM
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