人に知られぬ乙女のありき

人の通わぬ道沿いの

ドウヴの泉の脇に住む

ひとりとて誉める者なく

親しむ者とて

苔むす石に半ば隠れた

スミレさながら

いまだ夜空に星ひとつ

その星さながら麗しく

その暮らし誰知らず

亡くなってもまた

乙女はいまや奥つ城に

我が心根や誰か知る！

She dwelt among the untrodden ways,

Beside the spring of Dove

A Maiden 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!