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 I still 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
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
-Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky
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 I still 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
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
-Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky
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