I KNOW 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I cannot hear His voice Upon the shore, nor see Him stand; Yet is it land, ho! land. The land! the land! the lovely land! "Far off" dost say? @3Far off@1 -- ah, blessed home! Farewell! farewell! thou salt sea-foam! Ah, keel upon the silver sand -- Land, ho! land. You cannot see the land, my land, You cannot see, and yet the land is there -- My land, my land, through murky air -- I did not say 'twas close at hand -- But -- land, ho! land. Dost hear the bells of my sweet land, Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds? No voice, 'tis true, no spoken words, No tongue that thou may'st understand -- Yet is it land, ho! land. It's clad in purple mist, my land, In regal robe it is apparelled, A crown is set upon its head, And on its breast a golden band -- Land, ho! land. Dost wonder that I long for land? My land is not a land as others are -- Upon its crest there beams a star, And lilies grow upon the strand -- Land, ho! land. Give me the helm! there is the land! Ha! lusty mariners, she takes the breeze! And what my spirit sees it sees -- Leap, bark, as leaps the thunderbrand -- Land, ho! land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |