Photo: Dovie Moon Photography
Lucy by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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!
Blessings and magic,
Donni
5 Responses
Ah, what a beauty this detail … thanks for sharing!
:-)
What a beautiful poem. So sweet … Here in the UK the snow drops are coming out after what seems like a long winter and this poem reminded me of them. Thank you for sharing it!
What a beautiful poem. So sweet … Here in the UK the snow drops are coming out after what seems like a long winter and this poem reminded me of them. Thank you for sharing it!
beautiful picture :)
wonderful words and picture!
hugs from here
la Zia Artemisia