DEAR Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, The land we sowed, The hearth that glowed -- O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee? Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then The lonely hearts that roam the outer sea? Gray wakes the daybreak, the shivering sails are set, To misty deeps The channel sweeps -- O Mother, think on us who think on thee! Earth-home, birth-home, with love remember yet The sons in exile on the eternal sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO E. L., ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE FESTUBERT: THE OLD GERMAN LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PITCHER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN ARGUMENT FOR DAVID'S BELIEF OF A FUTURE STATE by JOHN BYROM |