In loving memory of my dear sister, Mary Elizabeth “Beth”
(July 13, 1961 – June 10, 2008)
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
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!
_William Wordsworth, The Classic Hundred Poems All-Time Favorites by Editor William Harmon, p. 112