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William Wordsworth : I Travelled Among Unknown Men

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. 

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)	1801


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