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Thursday, August 18, 2016

 SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS
William Wordsworth 1770-1850

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! 

A new Art Blog PAINTINGS - A PERSONAL CHOICE begins tomorrow

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