HARTLEY COLERIDGE.
Reading edition
HE LIVED AMIDST TH' UNTRODDEN WAYS.
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He lived amidst th' untrodden ways To Rydal Lake that lead; A bard whom there were none to praise, And very few to read. Behind a cloud his mystic sense, Deep hidden, who can spy? Bright as the night when not a star Is shining in the sky. Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe' With dust is dark and dim; It's still in Longman's shop, and oh! The difference to him!