I read this cute li'l poem in the 'Exercise' section of my 10th grade English textbook (yeah, I can remember things as trivial as that) - remembered it today, actually remembered just the last line. But hey, in this world of Google, a line is more than enough! Hail God Google!
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!
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Nik