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    Today I read three poems of Wordsworth, by chance: She was a Phanton of Delight, She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, and Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower. I like the second one most(Perhaps because it's the shortest and easy to understand~). It made me think of a poem of Hai Zi--the Girl(《女孩子》)

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

                                        -------------William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A maid there was none to praise

And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy tone (Mo...purple and green...your favourite color assortment)

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!