GREEN fields of England! wheresoe'er Across this watery waste we fare, Your image at our hearts we bear, Green fields of England, everywhere. Sweet eyes in England, I must flee Past where the waves' last confines be, Ere your loved smile I cease to see, Sweet eyes in England, dear to me. Dear home in England, safe and fast If but in thee my lot lie cast, The past shall seem a nothing past To thee, dear home, if won at last; Dear home in England, won at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIDE OF FAITH by MARY ANN EVANS THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BANISHED LOVER by ABD AL-RAHMAN AL-MUSTAZHIR THE POET'S SHIELD by ARCHILOCHUS TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |