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
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
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