I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea: Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

‘Tis past, that I may feel its worth: But how could I forget thee? The mountains, valleys, beauties of earth, They come back to me as I see..

I cannot rest in a strange land; My heart is with thee, old friend: From the shores I wander, the treasure I hold, For thou, my England, I cannot defend.

These lands, unknown, yet they draw me near; As the crest of the sun greets the stream, My home in heart I hold so dear, Such love consumes, so profound, so extreme.

• William Wordsworth