ONCE, in a dream, in a bleak, sea-blown land, A man wreck-stranded many a month before Saw for a moment -- not the broken oar, Nor sand-sunk keel; nor wild men that would stand With uncouth gibberish on either hand If he walked forth, or peered about the door Where stretched he lay on his rude hut's beach-floor; Nor heard the dull waves fretting at the sand: But heard once more, this blessed dream within, The mother-tongue heard not these many years, And old familiar motions had their power; Saw, for once more, the faces of his kin, And took their hands, half-laughing, half in tears, And it was home, home, home, for this one hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THREE PICTURES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNET TO - -. by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GRACE BEFORE MEAT by ROBERT BURNS |