Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/In War-Time—An American Homeward Bound

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For works with similar titles, see In War Time and In War-Time (Coates).



FURTHER and further we leave the scene
 Of war—and of England's care;
I try to keep my mind serene,—
 But my heart stays there;

For a distant song of pain and wrong
 My spirit doth deep confuse,
And I sit all day on the deck, and long—
 And long for news!

I seem to see them in battle-line—
 Heroes with hearts of gold,
But of their victory a sign
 The Fates withhold;

And the hours too tardy-footed pass,
 The voiceless hush grows dense
Mid the imaginings, alas!
 That feed suspense.

Oh, might I lie on the wind, or fly
 In the wilful sea-bird's track,
Would I hurry on, with a homesick cry,—
 Or hasten back?