Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS IN ABSENCE: 3, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Come home, come home! And where is home for me Last Line: Indeed our home? Subject(s): Homesickness; Sea Voyages | ||||||||
COME home, come home! and where is home for me. Whose ship is driving o'er the trackless sea? To the frail bark here plunging on its way, To the wild waters, shall I turn and say To the plunging bark, or to the salt sea foam, You are my home? Fields once I walked in, faces once I knew, Familiar things so old my heart believed them true, These far, far back, behind me lie, before The dark clouds mutter, and the deep seas roar, And speak to them that 'neath and o'er them roam No words of home. Beyond the clouds, beyond the waves that roar, There may indeed, or may not be, a shore, Where fields as green, and hands and hearts as true, The old forgotten semblance may renew, And offer exiles driven far o'er the salt sea foam Another home. But toil and pain must wear out many a day, And days bear weeks, and weeks bear months away, Ere, if at all, the weary traveller hear, With accents whispered in his wayworn ear, A voice he dares to listen to, say, Come To thy true home. Come home, come home! and where a home hath he Whose ship is driving o'er the driving sea? Through clouds that mutter, and o'er waves that roar Say, shall we find, or shall we not, a shore That is, as is not ship or ocean foam, Indeed our home? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV LEAVING FOREVER by DENISE LEVERTOV SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SHACKLETON by MADELINE DEFREES QE2. TRANSATLANTIC CROSSING. THIRD DAY. by RITA DOVE MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM CROSSING THE ATLANTIC by ANNE SEXTON THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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