PENELOPE.

ULYSSES ‘scaped the sorceries of that queen

That turned to swine his goodly company,

And came with sails broad-burgeoning and clean

Over the ripples of his native sea.

Yet for the shores his eyes had lately seen,

He kept a half-regretful memory;

And thought, when all the flower-strewn ways were green,

“Better love Circe than Penelope!”

Yes. A good woman’s love will forge a chain

To break the spirit of the bravest Greek;

While with an harlot one may leap again

Free as the waters of the western main,

And turn with no heart-pang the vessel’s beak

Out to the oceans that all seamen seek. {121B}

 

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