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She dwelt among th' 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 liv'd unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceas'd to be;
The difference to me.
A slumber did my spirit seal,
I had no human fears : , She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force
She neither hears nor sees Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks and stones and trees !
The WATERFALL and the EGLANTINE.
“ Begone, thou fond presumptuous, Elf,
“ Dost thou presume my course to block ?
“ Ah !" said the Briar, “'Blame me not!
When Spring came on with bud and bell,
But now proud thoughts are in your breast-