BY Our O WN W ILLIAM W ORDSWORTH

LUCY GRAY

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Near Dove Springs Junction;
A girl whom nobody ever praised,
A maiden whose lovers were few.
A dandelion by a mossy boulder,
Fair as a solitary shining star,
She lived unknown.
Few were informed of her death.
But it made a difference to some.
Eh, William Wordsworth?