Wanderer, we must part — so the gods decree. You must go again to Ithaca. The cold green waves will wash you of the memory of me, Breaking on the coast of Ithaca. Built we a house of dreams, beautiful in seeming, But for those the Thunderer wakes there is no more dreaming. Go now, spread your sail, turn your prow to sea — Yonder lies your way to Ithaca. Theirs is to obey whom the gods command — Holy is the hearth in Ithaca. Home and harvest are waiting for your hand — Fruitful are the fields of Ithaca. Love the life you chose while it still is yours for living Lest the jealous gods recall the treasures of their giving. Passes our dream like our footprints in the sand — Granite are the cliffs of Ithaca. @3I have sent him back at the gods' decree — I have sent him back to Ithaca. Never will I walk again beside the twilight sea On the shore that looks toward Ithaca Lest the wind should bring to him a breath of days gone by, Of the beauty and the sorrow of his madness, that was I — Peace to him and his, O Zeus! I ask no more of thee. Peace upon that home in Ithaca!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 29 by BLISS CARMAN ODE OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) |