Oh! England! Shall I miss those brimming shores
that plague the words of this songs sad refrain?
If I must depart vanquished from your door!
Leave my love! Till your white walls rise again!
What childish joy familiar sights contain
the smells of home and beauty's native call
ancestral pride like blood runs through my veins
and all my dreams of glory seem so small,
my eyes can't grasp the distance as they fall.
ancestral pride like blood runs through my veins - - - - what a sensitive way you have with words. That line is so perfect - -the message it delivers cannot possibly be said better. It speaks to everyone's love of their homeland especially when they are leaving it for an unknown length of time. Love your stately lines and love your well-suited vocabulary. 10+++++++++++++++
Till your white walls rise again! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Douglas, As always thank you for your comments and your incisive poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What childish joy familiar sights contain the smells of home and beauty's native call ancestral pride like blood runs through my veins and all my dreams of glory seem so small, my eyes can't grasp the distance as they fall.... great theme with touching write. Thanks.