Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Andrew Lang. 18441912841. The Odyssey
AS one that for a weary space has lain | |
Lull’d by the song of Circe and her wine | |
In gardens near the pale of Proserpine, | |
Where that Ææan isle forgets the main, | |
And only the low lutes of love complain, | 5 |
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 | 10 |
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. |