only you soothe, make still

the throbbing of our brain:

so through her forest trees,

when all her hope was gone

and all her pain,

Calypso heard your call—

across the gathering drift

of burning cedar-wood,

across the low-set bed

of wandering parsley and violet,

when all her hope was dead.

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THE ISLANDS

I

What are the islands to me,

what is Greece,

what is Rhodes, Samos, Chios,

what is Paros facing west,

what is Crete?

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