Florence Earle Coates and her husband Edward Hornor Coates were among other Americans delayed in England by the outbreak of war, and on 1 September 1914, they sailed from the port of Southampton, England on the Lapland back to New York City, arriving on 9 September 1914.
BREAKERS that beat against the shorePublished in Poems (1916) Volume II.
With pulsing throb and angry roar
And multitudinous meanings evermore,—
Ye are to me as souls untaught of pain,
That bent upon a fruitless quest
Still dash themselves 'gainst barrier laws in vain;
But, oh, beyond your tumult and unrest,
Is Ocean like the Everlasting Will,—
So vast, so deep, so still!
AN AMERICAN HOMEWARD BOUND
FURTHER and further we leave the scenePublished in Poems (1916) Volume II.
Of war—and of England's care;
I try to keep my mind serene,—
But my heart stays there;
For a distant song of pain and wrong
My spirit doth deep confuse,
And I sit all day on the deck, and long—
And long for news!
I seem to see them in battle-line—
Heroes with hearts of gold,
But of their victory a sign
The Fates withhold;
And the hours too tardy-footed pass,
The voiceless hush grows dense
Mid the imaginings, alas!
That feed suspense.
Oh, might I lie on the wind, or fly
In the wilful sea-bird's track,
Would I hurry on, with a homesick cry,—
Or hasten back?