Dear England

Ho dear England let me rest and my worldly travels end, Would I compare thee to a silken bed from my taunts of life to spend, To rest away from the throbbing guns that count the pace of life, Safe within thy dream like hold Like my mother’s kiss goodnight, Embrace me like the dampened arms of a lovers jealous hold, and replace that dream before the dawn my darkened nightmare stole, What spirit calls me to come away from my life of fancy free, To feel again that homely heart As a child before the tree. in dreams I chance to see her face or learn her lifes demise, and gaze once again as younger man in to your dark brown eyes.