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Where the Homeric dwellers of Phaeacia Still live, and with a kiss meet East and West; Where with the olive tree the cypress blooms, A dark robe in the azure infinite,

E'en there my soul has longed to dwell in peace With towering visions of the land of Pyrrhus; There dream-born beauties pour their flood, Dawn's mother Lighting the fountain of sweet Harmony.

The rhapsodies of the Immortal Blind In the new voice of Greece are echoed there; The shade of Solomos in fields Elysian

Breathes rose-born fragrance; and master of the lyre, A new bard sings, like old Demodocus, The glories of the Fatherland and Crete.