Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин)

A Dream Of England

I had a dream of England. Wild and weird,
The billows ravened round her, and the wrack,
Darkening and dwindling, blotted out the track,
Then flashed on her a bolt that scorched and seared.
She, writhing in her ruin, rolled, and reared,
Then headlonged unto doom, that drove her back
To welter on the waters, blind and black,
A homeless hulk, a derelict unsteered.
Wailing I woke, and through the dawn descried,
Throned on the waves that threatened to o'erwhelm,
The England of my dream resplendent ride,
And armoured Wisdom, sovran at the helm,
Through foaming furrows of the future guide
To wider empire a majestic Realm. 

Alfred Austin’s other poems:

  1. Aspromonte
  2. Nocturnal Vigils
  3. Covet Who Will The Patronage Of Kings
  4. To Robert Louis Stevenson
  5. When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing

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