Homeward Bound
After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
The phantom sky-line of a shadowy down,
Whose pale white cliffs below
Through sunny mist aglow,
Like noon-day ghosts of summer moonshine gleam---
Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,
There lies the home, of all our mortal dream.
Henry Newbolt’s other poems:
- The Death of Admiral Blake
- Moonset
- The Quarter-Gunner’s Yarn
- Northumberland
- For a Trafalgar Cenotaph
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
