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 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 cherish'd turn'd her wheel   Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings showed, thy nights conceal'd,   The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field   That Lucy's eyes survey'd.