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!