Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
