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Homer

Far from the sight of earth, yet bright and plain
As sun at noon, 'a mighty orb of song’
Illumes extremest Heaven. Beyond the throng
Of lesser stars, that rise, and wax, and wane,

The transient rulers of the fickle main,
One steadfast light gleams through the dark, and long,
And narrowing aisle of memory. How strong,
How fortified with all the numerous train

Of human truths, Great Poet of thy kind,
Wert thou, whose verse, capacious as the sea,
And various as the voices of the wind,

Swell'd with the gladness of the battle's glee -
And yet could glorify infirmity,
When Priam wept, or shame-struck Helen pined.

Homer

Far from the sight of earth, yet bright and plain
As the clear noon-day sun, an ‘orb of song’
Lovely and bright is seen, amid the throng
Of lesser stars, that rise, and wax, and wane,

The transient rulers of the fickle main,
One constant light gleams through the dark and long
And narrow aisle of memory. How strong,
How fortified with all the numerous train

Of truths wert thou, Great Poet of mankind,
Who told’st in verse as mighty as the sea,
And various as the voices of the wind,

The strength of passion rising in the glee
Of battle. Fear was glorified by thee,
And Death is lovely in thy tale enshrined.