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Andrew Lang (Эндрю Лэнг)


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 Aeaean 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.



Andrew Lang's other poems:
  1. Ballade of the Tweed
  2. Ballade of the Summer Term
  3. Dizain
  4. In Ithaca
  5. Ballade of His Books


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