ONCE more adrift. O'er dappling sea and broad lagoon, O'er frowning cliff and yellow dune, The long, warm lights of afternoon Like jewel dustings sift. Once more awake. I dreamed an hour of port and quay, Of anchorage not meant for me; The sea, the sea, the hungry sea Came rolling up the break. Once more afloat. The billows on my moorings press't, They drove me from my moment's rest, And now a portless sea I breast, And shelterless my boat. Once more away. The harbour lights are growing dim, The shore is but a purple rim, The sea outstretches grey and grim. Away, away, away! Once more at sea, The old, old sea, I used to sail, The battling tide, the blowing gale, The waves with ceaseless under-wail The life that used to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM SHAKESPEARE by HENRY AMES BLOOD THE DROWNED BOY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ABER STATIONS: STATIO SECUNDA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 2. FEMININE HONOURS by THOMAS CAREW |