Gânduri

XV

  ''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 - She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways