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I travelled
among unknown men
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past,
that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more.
Among thy
mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings
showed, thy nights concealed,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
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