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.