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Andrew Lang (Эндрю Лэнг)


In Ithaca


'Tis thought Odysseus when the strife was o'er
With all the waves and wars, a weary while,
Grew restless in his disenchanted isle,
And still would watch the sunset, from the shore,
Go down the ways of gold, and evermore
His sad heart followed after, mile on mile,
Back to the Goddess of the magic wile,
Calypso, and the love that was of yore.

Thou too, thy haven gained, must turn thee yet
To look across the sad and stormy space,
Years of a youth as bitter as the sea,
Ah, with a heavy heart, and eyelids wet,
Because, within a fair forsaken place
The life that might have been is lost to thee. 



Andrew Lang's other poems:
  1. The Wife of Usher's Well
  2. Woman and the Weed
  3. May Colven
  4. Young Benjie
  5. Ballade of the Royal Game of Golf


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