ADMIRAL, Admiral, sailing home -- Sailing home through the far, dim seas, Know you the sound that over the foam Rises and sinks in the sunset breeze? Know you the thrill and know you the start That pulses and runs through the wind and the spray, Pulses and runs from a nation's heart To meet you and greet you over the way? Not for the might of your guns alone, Thundering doom by the Eastern gate; Not for the bugle of victory blown, -- Not for these do we watch and wait! The glory is sweet -- ay, sweet to the soul Of a people proud in the pride of youth, But sweeter to know, as the seasons roll, Our men, as of old, are men in truth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB SONNET ON LIFE by BROOKE BOOTHBY |