Lucy III
By William Wordsworth
I travelld 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 cherishd turnd her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights conceald,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucys eyes surveyd.