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! Questions: 1.What is implied in the fact that"she dwelt among the untrodden ways?" 2.Why did the speaker pay so much attention to a girl whom"none to praise"? The Daffodils(1806) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host,of golden daffodils; Beside the lake,beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced,but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft,when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; 44 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 hen Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! Questions: 1. hat is implied in the fact that “she dwelt among the untrodden ways?” 2. hy did the speaker pay so much attention to a girl whom “none to praise”? The Daffodils (1806) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, hen all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky ay, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought hat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye hich is the bliss of solitude;