I will return to Magellan; in the wind's teeth I am home, In the stormy, mountainous oceans, and the sleet and the spray and the foam. I will return to the lonely ways where the hunting whalers roam With the sob of the lost wind wandering over the waters. There are the booming tides on the Andes' beaten shore, There are the river bays where white sea pigeons soar, There are the wild ducks spearing away with the sunless seas before, And the Cape doves sail, and the albatross, over the waters. The island hills of Magellan are white with frozen trees, The Punta Arenas gulls fly there and the snow on the breeze, The swaying stars of the northern skies are sunk in southern seas, Where the Cape doves sail, and the albatross, over the waters. I will return to the decks of ships and a wing-filled sky, Riding wet freighter bows when the world's tall capes slip by, I will return to the shrouding storms, in the hand of God to die, With the wail of the lost wind wandering over the waters. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS KNOWLEDGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |