Impression De Voyage

　　The sea was sapphire¹ coloured， and the sky

　　Burned like a heated opal through the air；

　　We hoisted² sail； the wind was blowing fair

　　For the blue lands that to the eastward³ lie.

　　From the steep prow⁴ I marked with quickening eye

　　Zakynthos， every olive grove⁵ and creek⁶，

　　Ithaca's cliff， Lycaon's snowy peak，

　　And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.

　　The flapping of the sail against the mast，

　　The ripple⁷ 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！

　　KATAKOLO.