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Drake's Drum

by Henry Newbolt

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Drawing the boundary…

Nocturnal Vigils

by Alfred Austin

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Drawing the boundary…

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Drake's Drum

by Henry Newbolt

Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
Yarnder lumes the island, yarnder lie the ships,
Wi' sailor lads a-dancin' heel-an'-toe,
An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin'
He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago.

Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?),
Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe,
"Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;
If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven,
An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago."

Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?),
Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound,
Call him when ye sail to meet the foe;
Where the old trade's plyin' an' the old flag flyin',
They shall find him, ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago.

Nocturnal Vigils

by Alfred Austin

Why do you chide me that, when mortals yield 
To slumber's charm, from sleep I ask no boon, 
But from my casement watch the maimed moon 
Fainting behind her ineffectual shield: 
Unto the chime by stately planets pealed 
My song, my soul, my very self attune, 
And nightly see, what none can see at noon, 
The runic volume of the sky unsealed? 
Haply the hour may come when grateful Night 
Will these brief vigils endlessly repay, 
And, on the dwindling of my earthly day, 
Keep, like her stars, my heavenly fancies bright; 
And glorious dreamings, shrouded now from sight, 
Dawn out of darkness, not to sleep for aye. 

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