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.
- 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.