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wildestrangerI 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 I still seem
To love thee more and more
William Wordsworth
This has been made into a song by The Divine Comedy, which is probably the only reason I like it, as I am generally not a big fan of Wordsworth, but there is something about these poems (being the Lucy poems), some kind of sudden nostalgia for home, wherever that home might be.
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 I still seem
To love thee more and more
William Wordsworth
This has been made into a song by The Divine Comedy, which is probably the only reason I like it, as I am generally not a big fan of Wordsworth, but there is something about these poems (being the Lucy poems), some kind of sudden nostalgia for home, wherever that home might be.
