De Engelse dichter en schrijver William Ernest Henley werd geboren op 23 augustus 1849 in Gloucester. Zie ook mijn blog van 23 augustus 2007 en ook mijn blog van 23 augustus 2008 en ook mijn blog van 23 augustus 2009 en ook mijn blog van 23 augustus 2010.
A New Song to an Old Tune
SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent,
Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent,
Essex, Wessex, shore and shire,
Mates of the net, the mine, the fire,
Lads of the wheel and desk and loom,
Noble and trader, squire and groom,
Come where the bugles of England play,
‘Over the hills and far away!’
Southern Cross and Polar Star —
Here are the Britons bred afar;
Serry, O serry them, fierce and keen,
Under the flag of the Empress-Queen;
Shoulder to shoulder down the track,
Where, to the unretreating Jack,
The victor bugles of England play,
‘Over the hills and far away!’
What if the best of our wages be
An empty sleeve, a stiff-set knee,
A crutch for the rest of life — who cares,
So long as the One Flag floats and dares?
So long as the One Race dares and grows?
Death — what is death but God’s own rose?
Let but the bugles of England play,
‘Over the hills and far away!’
A Child
A child,
Curious and innocent,
Slips from his Nurse, and rejoicing
Loses himself in the Fair.
Thro’ the jostle and din
Wandering, he revels,
Dreaming, desiring, possessing;
Till, of a sudden
Tired and afraid, he beholds
The sordid assemblage
Just as it is; and he runs
With a sob to his Nurse
(Lighting at last on him),
And in her motherly bosom
Cries him to sleep.
Thus thro’ the World,
Seeing and feeling and knowing,
Goes Man: till at last,
Tired of experience, he turns
To the friendly and comforting breast
Of the old nurse, Death.
William Henley (23 augustus 1849 – 11 juli 1903)
