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； 10

    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.