AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, <br />Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear <br />Far o'er the wave, and their proud summits rear <br />To meet the beams of morn) my beating heart, <br />With eager hope, and filial transport hails! <br />Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring. <br />As when, ere while, the tuneful morn of spring <br />Joyous awoke amid your blooming vales, <br />And fill'd with fragrance every breathing plain; -- <br />Fled are those hours, and all the joys they gave, <br />Yet still I sigh, and count each rising wave, <br />That bears me nearer to your shores again; <br />If haply, 'mid the woods and vales so fair, <br />Stranger to Peace! I yet may meet her there.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xiv-on-a-distant-view-of-england/
