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Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set	A
To bitter themes and words that spite the gods	B
For seeing how the son of Saturn sways	C
With eyes and ears for all this one shall halt	D
As on hard hurtful hills his days shall know	E
The plaintive front of sorrow level looks	F
With cries ill favoured shall be dealt to him	G
And this shall be that he may think of peace	H
As one might think of alienated lips	I
Of sweetness touched for once in kind warm dreams	J
Yea fathers of the high and holy face	K
This soul thus sinning shall have cause to sob	L
'Ah ah ' for sleep and space enough to learn	M
The wan wild Hyrie's aggregated song	N
That starts the dwellers in distorted heights	O
With all the meaning of perpetual sighs	P
Heard in the mountain deserts of the world	Q
And where the green haired waters glide between	R
The thin lank weeds and mallows of the marsh	S
But thou to whom these things are like to shapes	T
That come of darkness thou whose life slips past	U
Regarding rather these with mute fast mouth	V
Hear none the less how fleet Telegonus	T
The brass clad hunter first took oar and smote	U
Swift eastward going seas with face direct	U
For narrowing channels and the twofold coasts	T
Past Colchis and the fierce Symplegades	T
And utmost islands washed by streams unknown	W
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For in a time when Phasis whitened wide	U
And drove with violent waters blown of wind	U
Against the bare salt limits of the land	U
It came to pass that joined with Cytheraea	X
The black browed Ares chafing for the wrong	N
Ulysses did him on the plains of Troy	X
Set heart against the king and when the storms	T
Sang high in thunder and the Thracian rain	Y
The god bethought him of a pale mouthed priest	U
Of Thebae kin to ancient Chariclo	Z
And of an omen which the prophet gave	A2
That touched on death and grief to Ithaca	B2
Then knowing how a heavy handed fate	U
Had laid itself on Circe's brass clad son	C2
He pricked the hunter with a lust that turned	U
All thoughts to travel and the seas remote	U
But chiefly now he stirred Telegonus	T
To longings for his father's exiled face	T
And dreams of rest and honey hearted love	D2
And quiet death with much of funeral flame	E2
Far in the mountains of a favoured land	U
Beyond the wars and wailings of the waves	T
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So past the ridges where the coast abrupt	U
Dips greyly westward Circe's strong armed son	C2
Swept down the foam of sharp divided straits	T
And faced the stress of opening seas Sheer out	U
The vessel drave but three long moons the gale	Z
Moaned round and swift strong streams of fire revealed	U
The labouring rowers and the lightening surf	F2
Pale watchers deafened of sonorous storm	G2
And dipping decks and rents of ruined sails	T
Yea when the hollow ocean driven ship	H2
Wheeled sideways like a chariot cloven through	X
In hard hot battle and the night came up	I2
Against strange headlands lying east and north	J2
Behold a black wild wind with death to all	Z
Ran shoreward charged with flame and thunder smoke	K2
Which blew the waters into wastes of white	U
And broke the bark as lightning breaks the pine	L2
Whereat the sea in fearful circles showed	U
Unpitied faces turned from Zeus and light	U
Wan swimmers wasted with their agony	M2
And hopeless eyes and moaning mouths of men	N2
But one held by the fragments of the wreck	O2
And Ares knew him for Telegonus	T
Whom heavy handed Fate had chained to deeds	T
Of dreadful note with sin beyond a name	E2
So seeing this the black browed lord of war	X
Arrayed about by Jove's authentic light	U
Shot down amongst the shattered clouds and called	U
With mighty strain betwixt the gaps of storm	G2
'Oceanus Oceanus ' Whereat	U
The surf sprang white as when a keel divides	T
The gleaming centre of a gathered wave	A2
And ringed with flakes of splendid fire of foam	P2
The son of Terra rose half way and blew	X
The triple trumpet of the water gods	T
At which great winds fell back and all the sea	T
Grew dumb as on the land a war feast breaks	T
When deep sleep falls upon the souls of men	N2
Then Ares of the night like brow made known	W
The brass clad hunter of the facile feet	U
Hard clinging to the slippery logs of pine	L2
And told the omen to the hoary god	U
That touched on death and grief to Ithaca	B2
Wherefore Oceanus with help of hand	U
Bore by the chin the warrior of the North	J2
A moaning mass across the shallowing surge	Q2
And cast him on the rocks of alien shores	T
Against a wintry morning shot with storm	G2
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Hear also thou how mighty gods sustain	Y
The men set out to work the ends of Fate	U
Which fill the world with tales of many tears	T
And vex the sad face of humanity	T
Six days and nights the brass clad chief abode	U
Pent up in caverns by the straitening seas	T
And fed on ferns and limpets but the dawn	R2
Before the strong sun of the seventh brought	U
A fume of fire and smells of savoury meat	U
And much rejoicing as from neighbouring feasts	T
At which the hunter seized with sudden lust	U
Sprang up the crags and like a dream of fear	X
Leapt shouting at a huddled host of hinds	T
Amongst the fragments of their steaming food	U
And as the hoarse wood wind in autumn sweeps	T
To every zone the hissing latter leaves	T
So fleet Telegonus by dint of spear	X
And strain of thunderous voice did scatter these	T
East south and north 'Twas then the chief had rest	U
Hard by the outer coast of Ithaca	B2
Unknown to him who ate the spoil and slept	U
Nor stayed he hand thereafter but when noon	S2
Burned dead on misty hills of stunted fir	X
This man shook slumber from his limbs and sped	U
Against hoar beaches and the kindled cliffs	T
Of falling waters These he waded through	X
Beholding past the forests of the West	U
A break of light and homes of many men	N2
And shining corn and flowers and fruits of flowers	T
Yea seeing these the facile footed chief	T2
Grasped by the knot the huge Aeaean lance	T
And fell upon the farmers wherefore they	U2
Left hoe and plough and crouched in heights remote	U
Companioned with the grey winged fogs but he	T
Made waste their fields and throve upon their toil	Z
As throve the boar the fierce four footed curse	T
Which Artemis did raise in Calydon	N2
To make stern mouths wax white with foreign fear	X
All in the wild beginning of the world	U
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So one went down and told Laertes' son	N2
Of what the brass clad stranger from the straits	T
Had worked in Ithaca whereat the King	V2
Rose like a god and called his mighty heir	X
Telemachus the wisest of the wise	T
And these two having counsel strode without	U
And armed them with the arms of warlike days	T
The helm the javelin and the sun like shield	U
And glancing greaves and quivering stars of steel	Z
Yea stern Ulysses rusted not with rest	U
But dread as Ares gleaming on his car	X
Gave out the reins and straightway all the lands	T
Were struck by noise of steed and shouts of men	N2
And furious dust and splendid wheels of flame	E2
Meanwhile the hunter starting from a sleep	W2
In which the pieces of a broken dream	X2
Had shown him Circe with most tearful face	T
Caught at his spear and stood like one at bay	U2
When Summer brings about Arcadian horns	T
And headlong horses mixt with maddened hounds	T
Then huge Ulysses like a fire of fight	U
Sprang sideways on the flying car and drave	T2
Full at the brass clad warrior of the North	J2
His massive spear but fleet Telegonus	T
Stooped from the death but heard the speedy lance	T
Sing like a thin wind through the steaming air	X
Yet he dismayed not by the dreadful foe	T2
Unknown to him dealt out his strength and aimed	U
A strenuous stroke at great Laertes' son	N2
Which missed the shield but bit through flesh and bone	N2
And drank the blood and dragged the soul from thence	T
So fell the King And one cried 'Ithaca	V2
Ah Ithaca ' and turned his face and wept	U
Then came another wise Telemachus	T
Who knelt beside the man of many days	T
And pored upon the face but lo the life	T2
Was like bright water spilt in sands of thirst	U
A wasted splendour swiftly drawn away	U2
Yet held he by the dead he heeded not	U
The moaning warrior who had learnt his sin	N2
Who wa	Y2

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