Odysseus
by
Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water;
Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scylla’s wild yells,
Through the alarms of the raging sea, the alarms of the land too,–
E’en to the kingdom of hell leads him his wandering course.
And at length, as he sleeps, to Ithaca’s coast fate conducts him;
There he awakes, and, with grief, knows not his fatherland now.