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 melancholy¹ 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 bowers² where Lucy play'd；

　　And thine too is the last green field

　　That Lucy's eyes survey'd.