Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
LucyWilliam Wordsworth (17701850)
I
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more.
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherish’d turn’d her wheel
Beside an English fire.
The bowers where Lucy play’d;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.