Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start, <br />As thee, my country, and the long-lost sight <br />Of thy own cliffs, that lift their summits white <br />Above the wave, once more my beating heart <br />With eager hope and filial transport hails! <br />Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring, <br />As when erewhile the tuneful morn of spring <br />Joyous awoke amidst your hawthorn vales, <br />And filled with fragrance every village lane: <br />Fled are those hours, and all the joys they gave! <br />Yet still I gaze, and count each rising wave <br />That bears me nearer to my home again; <br />If haply, 'mid those 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/distant-view-of-england-from-the-sea/
