I TRAVELL’D 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 cherish’d turn’d her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights conceal’d,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.
|About the poet|
|By the same poet|
|Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey|
|Upon Westminster Bridge|
|Evening on Calais Beach|
|On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic, 1802|
|England, 1802 (i)|
|England, 1802 (ii)|
|England, 1802 (iv)|
|England, 1802 (v)|
|Ode to Duty|
|The Sonnet (i)|
|The Sonnet (ii)|
|Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood|
|Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon|
|I Travelled among Unknown Men|
|My Heart Leaps Up|
|The Tables Turned|
|William Wordsworth at amazon.co.uk|