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LucyI travelled among unknown menIn 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 |