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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 lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
The difference to me.
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees, Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks and stones and trees!
“ Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf," Exclaimed a thundering Voice, “ Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self Between me and
" Dost thou presume my course to block ?
“ Ah !" said the Briar, “ blame me nots.
“When Spring came on with bud and bell,
" But now proud-thoughts are in your breast