THE LOST LOVE
She dwelt among the untrodden ways.
beside the springs of dove;
a maid whom ther 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 arise is shining in the shy.
she lived unknown ,and few could know
when luey ceased to be;
but she is in her grave ,and oh'
the difference to me!
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