Based on Wordsworth's 'Lucy'
He dwelt with me in Baker Street -
Our flat was just above -
A man who few did care to meet
And none prepared to love.
.
A genius, whose frailties
Were hidden from the eye;
Bright as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
.
He lived unloved; but all did know
When Sherlock ceased to be.
Now he is in his grave, and Oh!
The difference to me!
