1844 - 1912
'Tis thought Odysseus, when the strife was o'er
With all the waves and wars, a weary while,
Grew restless in his disenchanted isle,
And still would watch the sunset, from the shore,
Go down the waves of gold; and evermore
His sad heart follow'd after, mile on mile,
Back to the Goddess of the magic wile ---
Calypso, and the love that was of yore.
Thou too, thy haven gain'd, must turn thee yet
To look across the sad and stormy space,
Years of a youth as bitter as the sea,
Ah ! with a heavy heart and eyelids wet:
Because within a fair forsaken place
The life that might have been is loss to thee.