Odysseus
O’er all seas, in his search of home, lay the path of Odysseus,
Scilla he past and her yell, skirted Charybdis’s whirl.
Through the perils of land, through the perils of waves in their fury—
Yea even Hades’ self scap’t not his devious course.
Fortune lays him at last asleep on Ithaca’s margin,
And he awakes, nor knows, grieving, the land that he sought.
M. L.