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By w. wordsworth

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.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of dove,



A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
-fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave and, oh,
The difference to me

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears;
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled around in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.