Publisher's Synopsis
Beneath your leafy gloom, ye waving boughsOf this old, shady, consecrated grove, As in the goddess' silent sanctuary, With the same shudd'ring feeling forth I step, As when I trod it first, nor ever hereDoth my unquiet spirit feel at home.Long as the mighty will, to which I bow, Hath kept me here conceal'd, still, as at first, I feel myself a stranger. For the seaDoth sever me, alas! from those I love, And day by day upon the shore I stand, My soul still seeking for the land of Greece.But to my sighs, the hollow-sounding wavesBring, save their own hoarse murmurs, no reply.Alas for him! who friendless and alone, Remote from parents and from brethren dwells;From him grief snatches every coming joyEre it doth reach his lip. His restless thoughtsRevert for ever to his father's halls, Where first to him the radiant sun unclos'dThe gates of heav'n; where closer, day by day, Brothers and sisters, leagu'd in pastime sweet, Around each other twin'd the bonds of love.I will not judge the counsel of the gods;[2]Yet, truly, woman's lot doth merit pity.Man rules alike at home and in the field, Nor is in foreign climes without resource;Possession gladdens him, him conquest crowns, And him an honourable death awaits.How circumscrib'd is wom
