Odysseus In Contemplation of His Homecoming To Ithaca and Reunion With Queen Penelope
Far away from these antique moors,
I hear your voice call for my soul
and carry me to Ithaca's doors!
Can echoes from you divinely toll,
commanding me onto bright shores
like sacred gods that read from a scroll?
I sail the seas and wander afar,
from you and from all that we've known;
and with only the bright North Star
to safely guide me through wind-blown
waves, I now cruise with the polestar
to at last return all alone.
Heaven and earth, and all marine,
no longer can more divide us;
and even the gods' wrathful spleen
cannot impede my victorious
journey to you, Penelope my queen,
whose heart is legend and glorious!
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