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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.