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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.
Source: She Dwelt among the untrodden Ways
-- William Wordsworth, (Apr 7 1770-1850), English poet; His Lyrical Ballads, 1798 are noted for their worship of nature and humanitarianism; poet laureate, 1843-50.