A Wondrous Homecoming
Return home, to a hail of accolade,
And yet, I wonder if it is worthwhile,
For if not virtue of heart that I bade,
So tied to myself the thought to sessile,
And yet to virtue unaccustom'd,
Driven by thirst for brilliance at heart,
Spoken lust'rous thought I find accustom'd,
And so yet, over yonder I depart,
A over a year I return to land,
Sailing ships in plethora I return,
From seeing the world, I make up to stand,
The face of the earth gazes back quite stern,
I wonder if my journey has been worthwhile,
Or simply something yet a mem'ry filed.
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