Deep in claims

She dwelt among the untrodden ways ...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!