I TRAVELLED 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 cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON |