Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound
After long labouring in the windy ways,On smooth and shining tidesSwiftly the great ship glides,Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;Northward she glides, and through the enchanted hazeFaint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
The phantom sky-line of a shadowy down,Whose pale white cliffs belowThrough sunny mist aglowLike noon-day ghosts of summer moonshine gleam—Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,There lies the home of all our mortal dream.