Expedition
Once, we were seven ships. Three were left beached
In England. A fourth, newly to Colours
Called, now leaves to start patrols in Britain’s
Name. And soon the mother-ship, (frail pinnace,
Too small safely to sail these unknown seas
Untendered, alongside) — full-freighted with
The last of my life’s wealth and comfort — must,
For their security, also return
Whence we had not long come. My ship alone
Remains to make its brave discoveries.
I am sole Captain of the Expedition now,
And I shall not turn back until I have achieved
My long-sought destination, (come what troubles may);
I will succeed, or perish somewhere on the way!.
