Homeward bound.
England, my honoured service dun,
freed from servitude, I fly, I run
to that gentle earth, that verde antique,
my native isle, its praise to seek,
to stroll along her arcades green
and meet again my Goddess queen,
obsolescent dreams yield to hopeful sighs
by the welcoming dews of paradise,
where jeweled bride of night appear,
amid celestial diadems consistent sphere,
where stars like sequins spread,
translate mysteries of love are read,
creative heaven sires to bring,
love lit flowers of perpetual Spring,
amid those realms, altruism concur
the truth of virtue that honours her.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Having spent two and a half years in the Egyptian desert, I at last could return home to England, hence the poem.
Comments (12)
Rob
Nicely composed. It reminded me of "Richard II":
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Mind you I am a bit of a Shakespeare nut. Thanks for sharing.
Our submission to the call of our counsel is inevitable and the longing we so deeply yearn comes in time of great reminiscing.
I very much feel you. I am, myself, going back to my native birth country if only to live back those memories I left behind.
Thanks for such a great read..
Respectfully
Phyllis
Thank you, you're absolute right about feeling good to be back home, I arrived home in May, the lush green landscape of England was so vibrant after the dusty sand strewn vista of the Egyptian desert, still to this day ignites my hours. Phil.