Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt. b. 1840821. Gibraltar
SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm | |
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more | |
We ride into still water and the calm | |
Of a sweet evening, screen’d by either shore | |
Of Spain and Barbary. Our toils are o’er, | 5 |
Our exile is accomplish’d. Once again | |
We look on Europe, mistress as of yore | |
Of the fair earth and of the hearts of men. | |
Ay, this is the famed rock which Hercules | |
And Goth and Moor bequeath’d us. At this door | 10 |
England stands sentry. God! to hear the shrill | |
Sweet treble of her fifes upon the breeze, | |
And at the summons of the rock gun’s roar | |
To see her red coats marching from the hill! |