HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

^ Poseidon
The sunbeams played
Upon the wide rolling sea.
Far out on the roadstead glimmered the vessel
That was to bear me home.
But the favoring wind was lacking,
And still quietly I sat on the white down.
By the lonely shore.
And I read the lay of Odysseus,
The old, the eternally-young lay.
From whose billowy-rushing pages
Joyously into me ascended
The breath of the gods,
And the lustrous spring-tide of humanity.
And the blooming skies of Hellas.
My loyal heart faithfully followed
The son of Laertes in his wanderings and vexations.
By his side I sat with troubled soul,
On the hospitable hearth
Where queens were spinning purple.
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