From LUCY

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

"Scince no man has aught of what he leaves
What is it to leave betimes? Let be"

Hamlet - act 5 sceen 2