 | Songs of the sea, with other poems |  |
I.
THE DEPARTURE.
Again thy winds are pealing in mine ear;Again thy waves are flashing in my sight;
Thy memory-haunting tones again I hear,
As through the spray our vessel wings her flight.
On thy cerulean breast, now swelling high,
Again, thou broad Atlantic, am I cast.
Six years, with gathering speed, have glided by,
Since, an adventurous boy, I hailed thee last.
The sea-birds o'er me wheel, as if to greet
An old companion; on my naked brow
The sparkling foam-drops not unkindly beat;
Flows thro' my hair the freshening breeze: and now
The horizon's ring enclasps me; and I stand
Gazing where fades from view, cloud-like, my fatherland.
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