Once Upon A Time

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.

William Wordsworth