ONCE, in a dream, in a bleak, sea-blown land, A man wreck-stranded many a month before Saw for a moment -- not the broken oar, Nor sand-sunk keel; nor wild men that would stand With uncouth gibberish on either hand If he walked forth, or peered about the door Where stretched he lay on his rude hut's beach-floor; Nor heard the dull waves fretting at the sand: But heard once more, this blessed dream within, The mother-tongue heard not these many years, And old familiar motions had their power; Saw, for once more, the faces of his kin, And took their hands, half-laughing, half in tears, And it was home, home, home, for this one hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE TO MRS. MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by WILLIAM BLAKE |