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From the Greek of Moschus

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:15Movement:Romanticism
Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle--k.t.l. When winds that move not its calm surface sweepThe azure sea, I love the land no more;The smiles of the serene and tranquil deepTempt my unquiet mind.--But when the roarOf Ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foamGathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst,I turn from the drear aspect to the homeOf Earth and its deep woods, where, interspersed,When winds blow loud, pines make sweet melody.Whose house is some lone bark, whose toil the sea,Whose prey the wandering fish, an evil lotHas chosen.--But I my languid limbs will flingBeneath the plane, where the brook's murmuringMoves the calm spirit, but disturbs it not.