Visit Greece

O write no more the tale of Troy
If earth Death’s scroll must be
Nor mix with Laian rage the

There was a fountain silver-clear and bright,
which neither shepherds nor the wild she-goats,
that range the hills, nor any

I still remember;
he was traveling to Ionian lands, in empty theatre shells
where only lizards crawl on dry stone,

…my heart
prompted me once more to take
the road that terminates among the ruins
of the Soul’s Temple, at