HERE, from the forelands of the tideless sea, Behold and take my offering unadorned. In the Pacific air it sprang; it grew Among the silence of the Alpine air; In Scottish heather blossomed; and at last By that unshapen sapphire, in whose face Spain, Italy, France, Algiers, and Tunis view Their introverted mountains, came to fruit. Back now, my Booklet! on the diving ship, And posting on the rails, to home return, -- Home, and the friends whose honouring name you bear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 20. AL-'ALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |