Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HOME PORT, by EDITH PRATT DICKENS


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE HOME PORT, by                    
First Line: We have gone down to the sea
Last Line: The brine-burned winds of home.
Subject(s): Home; Sailing & Sailors; Sea; Ships & Shipping; Seamen; Sails; Ocean


We have gone down to the sea
With her brine on our fearless lips,
From her grasp we have laughed us free
When she raged for her tithe of ships;
Unmoved at the feet of Death
We have fought her seething foam;
But now we choke with the quick-drawn breath;
We are rounding in towards home!

There's a glint of gold in the southern sky
And the luring spice winds croon
From lands in a zone o' sun that lie
In a golden afternoon;
But far and away where the gray clouds frown
There's a harbor for sails that roam;
And sweeter than song the gulls scream down
The brine-burned winds of home.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net