Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Andrew Lang (18441912)The Odyssey
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Lulled by the song of Circe and her Wine
In gardens near the pale of Proserpine,
Where that Aegaean Isle forgets the main,
And only the low lutes of love complain,
And only shadows of wan lovers pine;
As such an one were glad to know the brine
Salt on his lips, and the large air again.
So gladly, from the songs of modern speech
Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free
Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers
And through the music of the languid hours,
They hear like ocean on a Western beach
The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.