She dwelt among the untrodden ways

她住在达夫河源头近旁

 Beside the springs of Dove,

 人烟稀少的乡下， 

A Maid whom there were none to praise

这姑娘，没有谁把她赞赏，

 And very few to love:

 也没有几个人爱她。

A violet by a mossy stone

像长满青苔的岩石边上

 Half hidden from the eye!

 紫罗兰隐约半现；

—Fair as a star, when only one

像夜间独一无二的星光

 Is shining in the sky.

 在天上荧荧闪闪。

She lived unknown, and few could know

露西，她活着无人留意，

 When Lucy ceased to be;

 死去有几人闻知？

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

如今，她已经躺进墓里，

 The difference to me!

 在我呢，恍如隔世！