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.
Lucy Iii
William Wordsworth
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Poem topics: dream, feel, fire, green, joy, sea, time, desire, shore, field, unknown, wheel, thine, cherish, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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