After long labouring in the windy ways, <br />On smooth and shining tides <br />Swiftly the great ship glides, <br />Her storms forgot, her weary watches past; <br />Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze <br />Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last. <br /> <br />The phantom sky-line of a shadowy down, <br />Whose pale white cliffs below <br />Through sunny mist aglow, <br />Like noon-day ghosts of summer moonshine gleam--- <br />Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown, <br />There lies the home, of all our mortal dream.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeward-bound-8/
