By William Wordsworth
1. She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A maid whom there were none to praise,And very few to love;2. A violet by a mossy stone,Half hidden from the eye;Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky!3. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me!
1. She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A maid whom there were none to praise,And very few to love;2. A violet by a mossy stone,Half hidden from the eye;Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky!3. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me!
1. She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A maid whom there were none to praise,And very few to love;
2. A violet by a mossy stone,Half hidden from the eye;Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky!
3. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me!
From the painting by Jules BretonThe Song of the Lark
From the painting by Jules BretonThe Song of the Lark
From the painting by Jules Breton
From the painting by Jules Breton
The Song of the Lark