She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways Poem by William Wordsworth

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subrata Ray 23 February 2010

Subrata Ray, from Uluberia, West Bengal, leaves the following commentary on Wordsworth's poem, She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways. She appears Wordsworth's mind-born nature-goddess.Lucy is not Tagore's J'ivan Davota', -the mariner of the poet's -life -boat.She seems to me the illegitimate child born of the poet and his French mistress Emily Vallon. Lucy's reference finds hints to Wordsworth's 'By the Sea'.As the poet could not shower his filial affection to the child, and as he was away from her so, he re-directs his emotional stream to one who would simply would become a natural without being haunted by any intellect, or feeling. To an instinct -governed romantic, the poem is an art, -an enigma indeed. Why does the poet mourn at the demise of Lucy? Lucy, the poet wishes, if remains alive, would be a perfect emblem of Nature.Does Wordsworth know the perfected form of Nature? Subrata Ray.Uluberia.West Bengal.India.

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Sara Zeo 10 October 2013

It's one of the beautiful poems of Wordsworth from i read. The words which he uses to show his love to Lucy are fantastic and true feelings are shown.

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Sara Zeo 10 October 2013

It's one of the beautiful poems of Wordsworth. The words which he uses to show his love to Lucy are fantastic.

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And as I read this I do feel What you felt when she did cease A poets longing and sadness steal Across my heart, May she rest in peace......... I welcome all ye who readeth this to my page too

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Akhtar Jawad 26 May 2014

An immortal poem, nice, lovely and beautiful.

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Savita Tyagi 05 February 2022

Poems often have stories behind. This could be the story of those millions of unfortunate women not appreciated for what they offer to world. I wonder if Wordsworth realized her value while she was alive or cried in vain only after she was gone like a violet by a mossy stone.

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Shaun Cronick 02 November 2020

A poem that reaches out to touch all reader's hearts. Be they big or small. Simply Wordsworth at the peak of his poetry powers. Beautiful and captivating.

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Dr Antony Theodore 11 October 2020

She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! very nice poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 11 October 2020

সে পদার্পণহীন পথে বাস করতো ডোভের ঝর্ণাধারার পাশে, দাসী যেখানে প্রশংসার কেউ ছিল না এবং ভালবাসা ছিল খুব কম: একটি কর্কশ পাথরের বেগুনি আভায় চোখ থেকে অর্ধ আড়াল! - - নক্ষত্রের মতো সুন্দর, যখন কেবল একটি মাত্র আকাশে জ্বলজ্বল করে । সে নির্জনে বাস করতো, এবং খুব কমই লোকই তাকে জানতো লুসি যখন থেমে গেল; তখন সে তার কবরে গেল; ওহ, আমার কাছে এটিই দুর্বোধ্য!

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Britte Ninad 28 May 2018

beginning to ending of this poem is very exclusive loving words- She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!

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