Here you will find the Poem The Seas of England of poet Walter de la Mare
The seas of England are our old delight: Let the loud billow of the shingly shore Sing freedom on her breezes evermore To all earth?s ships that sailing heave in sight! The gaunt sea-nettle be our fortitude, Sturdily blowing where the clear wave sips; O, be the glory of our men and ships Rapturous, woe unheeding hardihood! There is great courage in a land that hath Liberty guarded by the unearthly seas; And ev?n to find peace at the last in these How many a sailor hath sailed down to death! Their names are like a splendour in an old song; Their record shines like bays along the years; Their jubilation is the cry man hears Sailing sun-fronted the vast deeps among. The seas of England are our old delight: Let the loud billow of the shingly shore Sing freedom on her breezes evermore To all earth?s ships that sailing heave in sight!
