Poem: Impression De Voyage

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky

Burned like a heated opal through the air;

We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!

KATAKOLO.