William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Lucy Iii - Poem by William Wordsworth

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.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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