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- I TRAVELL’D among unknown men,
- In lands beyond the sea;
- Nor, England! did I know till then
- What love I bore to thee.
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- ‘Tis past, that melancholy dream!
- Nor will I quit thy shore
- A second time; for still I seem
- To love thee more and more.
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- Among the mountains did I feel
- The joy of my desire;
- And she I cherish’d turn’d her wheel
- Beside an English fire.
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- Thy mornings show’d, thy nights conceal’d,
- The bowers where Lucy play’d;
- And thine too is the last green field
- That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.
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- By William Wordsworth
