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Come, then, and let us bid farewell

To this lone island where I dwell:

Farewell, Ο home that still did'st keep

Due vigil o'er me in my sleep;

Ye nymphs by stream or wood that roam;

Thou mighty voice of ocean's foam,

Where oftentimes my head was wet

With drivings of the South wind's fret;

And oft the mount that Hermes owns

Sent forth its answer to my groans,

The wailing loud as echo given

To me by tempest-storms sore driven;

And ye, Ο fountains clear and cool,

Thou Lykian well, the wolves' own pool—

We leave you, yea, we leave at last,

Though small our hope in long years past:

Farewell, Ο plain of Lemnos' isle,

Around whose coasts the bright waves smile,

Send me with prosperous voyage and fair

Where the great Destinies may bear,

Counsel of friends, and God supreme in Heaven,

Who all this lot of ours hath well and wisely given.