Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Gibraltar - Poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more
We ride into still water and the calm
Of a sweet evening, screen'd by either shore
Of Spain and Barbary. Our toils are o'er,
Our exile is accomplish'd. Once again
We look on Europe, mistress as of yore
Of the fair earth and of the hearts of men.
   Ay, this is the famed rock which Hercules
And Goth and Moor bequeath'd us. At this door
England stands sentry. God! to hear the shrill
Sweet treble of her fifes upon the breeze,
And at the summons of the rock gun's roar
To see her red coats marching from the hill!

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  • Gold Star - 15,816 Points Ramesh T A (8/3/2015 8:05:00 AM)

    The sweet return after an adventurous sea voyage is heroically dealt with in this sonnet! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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