Silent I gazed upon our foaming wake, And silent on the Island hills I gazed, As up the ebbing stream we bore, to make Our harbour, while the West athwart us blazed. Keen were my thoughts: my memory wandered back To those fair shores - the Needles and the Downs - The happy woodlands and the little towns - For every day a new and pleasant track; How grieved was I those social walks to lose, Those friendly hands! The shadow of our mast And sail ran sadly o'er the fruitless ooze At sunset, as between the banks we passed Of that tide-fallen river, speeding fast To land, and further from those fond adieus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS STANZAS, ON THE DEATH OF LIEUT. P. by BERNARD BARTON |