Oscar Wilde - Greece

Oscar Wilde - Greece

The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky br Burned like a heated opal through the air; br We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair br For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. br From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye br Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek, br Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak, br And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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