UP and away! For the east wind is blowing, And high on the rocks dashes swift-driven spray; Far in the distance the tempest is growing As we watch the approach of lowering day. Up and away! At home they are waking And hurrying down in the face of the gale, While the glare from the east dims eyes that are aching In search for a glimpse of an incoming sail. Up and away! Though storm clouds are kissing The measureless waste of fierce-flying foam, For the blasts that over our vessel are hissing Are going before us to welcome us home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SACRED LYRIC by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |