I TRAVELL'D among unknown men, <br /> In lands beyond the sea; <br />Nor, England! did I know till then <br /> What love I bore to thee. <br /> <br />'Tis past, that melancholy dream! <br /> Nor will I quit thy shore <br />A second time; for still I seem <br /> To love thee more and more. <br /> <br />Among thy mountains did I feel <br /> The joy of my desire; <br />And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel <br /> Beside an English fire. <br /> <br />Thy mornings showed, thy nights conceal'd, <br /> The bowers where Lucy played; <br />And thine too is the last green field <br /> That Lucy's eyes survey'd.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucy-iii/
