Far from his friends affliction bears for long,
Within the sea-girt island set with trees;
“The island in whose bounds a goddess dwells,
Daughter of Atlas of the guileful spells....
“But for his land Odysseus longs so sore
That even the smoke upcurling from its shore
Fain would he see and die....
“Did not Odysseus on the gods bestow
Guerdon of sacrifices long ago,
Down in wide Troy beside the Argive ships?