The Lost Love(1 / 2)
Willia Wordsworth
She dwelt aong the untrodden ways
Beside the sprgs of Dove;
A aid who there were o praise,
And very few to love.
A violet by a ossy stone
Half hidden fro the eye!—
Willia Wordsworth
She dwelt aong the untrodden ways
Beside the sprgs of Dove;
A aid who there were o praise,
And very few to love.
A violet by a ossy stone
Half hidden fro the eye!—