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 ''Eternal waters, beating upon this desolate land, sing to me of the happy isles, of the distant shores of Hellas. Soft wind of the sea, bring me the perfume of pines and of roses, an echo of the brooklets of Arcadia.''

Where the meadows flow upon the low slopes of the hills; where the warm air murmurs with the distant song of summer; where the sunlight glows upon the wood-flowers among the trees 

''When I leave this burning desert: when I can forget the dark aliens, the dusty cities, the clamorous roadstead: I will return to thee, Land of my Youth. An old man, I will return to thee; I will set my feet upon the track of the satyrs; I will cool my face in thy springs and lay my hand upon the quivering bosom of thy hills.''