(Southampton Docks: October 1899) WHILE the far farewell music thins and fails, And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine - All smalling slowly to the gray sea-line - And each significant red smoke-shaft pales, Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails, Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men To seeming words that ask and ask again: 'How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these, That are as puppets in a playing hand? - When shall the saner softer polities Whereof we dream, have sway in each proud land And patriotism, grown Godlike, scorn to stand Bondslave to realms, but circle earth and seas?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THANKSGIVING TO GOD [FOR HIS HOUSE] by ROBERT HERRICK BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |