Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
