Farewell to shadows, from his own deep soul

Rapt, in pure vision, above the vanishing world:

“The torrents drag the rocks into the sea.

The great sea smiles, and overflows the land.

It hollows out the valleys and returns.

The sea has washed the shining rocks away

And cleft the headland with its golden fields

That once bound Sicily to her mother’s breast.

Pharos, that was an island, far from shore

When Homer sang, is wedded now and one