Verse > Anthologies > T. H. Ward, ed. > The English Poets > Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Pro Rege Nostro
By William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
WHAT have I done for you,
    England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
    England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,        5
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
    As the Song on your bugles blown,
    Round the world on your bugles blown!        10
Where shall the watchful Sun,
    England, my England,
Match the master-work you’ve done,
    England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen        15
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
    To the Song on your bugles blown,
    Down the years on your bugles blown?        20
Ever the faith endures,
    England, my England:—
“Take and break us: we are yours,
    “England, my own!
“Life is good, and joy runs high        25
“Between English earth and sky:
“Death is death; but we shall die
    “To the Song on your bugles blown,
    “To the stars on your bugles blown!”        30
They call you proud and hard,
    England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
    England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys        35
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
    Were the Song on your bugles blown,
    Round the Pit on your bugles blown!        40
Mother of Ships whose might,
    England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea’s delight,
    England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,        45
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There’s the menace of the Word
    In the Song on your bugles blown,
    Out of heaven on your bugles blown!        50

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