SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



PODAS OKUS 



Am I waking ? Was I sleeping ? 



Dearest, are you watching yet ? 

 Traces on your cheeks of weeping 



Glitter, 'tis in vain you fret ; 

 Drifting ever ! drifting onward ! 



In the o^lass the brio-ht sand runs 

 Steadily and slowly downward ; 



Hush'd are all the Myrmidons. 



Has Automedon been banish'd 



From his post beside my bed ? 

 Where has Agamemnon vanished ? 



Where is warlike Diomed ? 

 Where is Nestor? where Ulysses? 



Menelaus, where is he ? 

 Call them not, more dear your kisses 



Than their prosings are to me. 



Daylight fades and night must follow, 

 Low, where sea and sky combine, 



Droops the orb of great Apollo, 

 Hostile god to me and mine. 



