DRAKE in the North Sea grimly prowling, Treading his dear Revenge's deck, Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. "Fetter and Faith for England's neck, Faggot and Father, Saint and chain, -- Yonder the Devil and all go howling, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!" Drake at the last off Nombre lying, Knowing the night that toward him crept, Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying This for a sign before he slept: -- "Pride of the West! What Devon hath kept Devon shall keep on tide or main; Call to the storm and drive them flying, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!" Valour of England gaunt and whitening, Far in a South land brought to bay, Locked in a death-grip all day tightening, Waited the end in twilight gray. Battle and storm and the seadog's way! Drake from his long rest turned again, Victory lit thy steel with lightning, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AN IRISH FANTASY by JOHN FRANKLIN BLUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |