@3We 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!@1 @3There'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@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |