The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air, We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek, Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak, And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady. The flapping of the sail against the mast, The ripple of the water on the side, The ripple of girls’ laughter at the stern, The only sounds:—when ’gan the West to burn, And a red sun upon the seas to ride, I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
Wintah, summah, snow er shine, Hit's all de same to me, Ef only I kin call you mine, An' keep you by my knee Ha'dship, frolic, grief er caih, Content by night an' day, Ef only I kin see you whaih You wait beside de way Livin', dyin', smiles er teahs, My soul will still be free, Ef only thoo de comin' yeahs You walk de worl' wid me Bird-song, breeze-wail, chune er moan, What puny t'ings dey'll be, Ef w'en I's seemin' all erlone, I knows yo' hea't's wid me