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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.

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