Silent I gazed upon our foaming wake, And silent on the Island hills I gazed, As up the ebbing stream we bore, to make Our harbour, while the West athwart us blazed. Keen were my thoughts: my memory wandered back To those fair shores - the Needles and the Downs - The happy woodlands and the little towns - For every day a new and pleasant track; How grieved was I those social walks to lose, Those friendly hands! The shadow of our mast And sail ran sadly o'er the fruitless ooze At sunset, as between the banks we passed Of that tide-fallen river, speeding fast To land, and further from those fond adieus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY by DARA WIER THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) |