February 12th, 2006
She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
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 alone, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be,
But she is in her grave, and oh!
The difference to me.
-William Wordsworth
Tags: Poetry, William Wordswoth, She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
Avik Chakravarty says:
now thats true genius of poetry
February 13th, 2006 at 01:10 am