517. Lucy iii

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!	5
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;	10
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	15
That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.