I travelled amongst unknown menIn lands across the sea Nor, England, did I know till then The 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 Beside thy mountains did I feel They joy of my desire She I cherished, turned her wheel Beside an English fire Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played And thine, too, was the last green field that Lucy's eyes surveyed Nor, England, did I know The love I bore to thee Beside thy mountains did I feel They joy of my desire She I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire She lived alone and few could know When Lucy ceased to be, But she is in her grave and there's a Difference to me