Distant view of England from the Sea

William Lisle Bowles

Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start,
  As thee, my country, and the long-lost sight
  Of thy own cliffs, that lift their summits white
Above the wave, once more my beating heart
With eager hope and filial transport hails!
  Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring,
  As when erewhile the tuneful morn of spring
Joyous awoke amidst your hawthorn vales,
And filled with fragrance every village lane:
  Fled are those hours, and all the joys they gave!
  Yet still I gaze, and count each rising wave
That bears me nearer to my home again;
If haply, 'mid those woods and vales so fair,
Stranger to Peace, I yet may meet her there.

William Lisle Bowles was returning from a journey to Belgium, Germany and Switzerland. He had made the journey to get over the ending of his engagement. It looks like he was happy to see home and was full of hope. Maybe the travel therapy worked...