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!