I travell'd 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 cherish'd turn'd her wheel

Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings show'd， thy nights conceal'd

The bowers where Lucy play'd；

And thine too is the last green field

That Lucy's eyes survey'd.