Poem by William 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. 

1. At Bala-sala, Isle of Man
2. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm
3. Remembrance of Collins
4. Glen Almain; Or, the Narrow Glen
5. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: The Same

Print

3213 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version