by Henry Newbolt, Sir (1862 - 1938)

Homeward bound
Language: English 
After long lab'ring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides and thro' th' enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.

The phantom skyline of a shadowy down,
Whose pale white cliffs below,
Thro' sunny mist a-glow,
Like noonday ghosts of summer moonshine gleam -
Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,
There lies the home of all our mortal dream.

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 83