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.