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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.

Divine Comedy

Lucy / Divine Comedy

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