William Wordsworth - Lucy 汉译

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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!