Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOMING, by JOHN JEROME ROONEY First Line: Admiral, admiral, sailing home Last Line: Our men, as of old, are men in truth! Subject(s): Navy - United States; American Navy | ||||||||
ADMIRAL, Admiral, sailing home -- Sailing home through the far, dim seas, Know you the sound that over the foam Rises and sinks in the sunset breeze? Know you the thrill and know you the start That pulses and runs through the wind and the spray, Pulses and runs from a nation's heart To meet you and greet you over the way? Not for the might of your guns alone, Thundering doom by the Eastern gate; Not for the bugle of victory blown, -- Not for these do we watch and wait! The glory is sweet -- ay, sweet to the soul Of a people proud in the pride of youth, But sweeter to know, as the seasons roll, Our men, as of old, are men in truth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READING MY POEMS FROM WORLD WAR II by WILLIAM MEREDITH WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY |
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