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The Poem of Ulysses, or The Odyssey (8th November, 1897)
The nighte was darke! O readers, Hark!
And see Ulysses fleet!
From trumpets sound back homeward bound
He hopes his spouse to greet.
Long he hath fought, put Troy to naught
And leveled down its walls.
But Neptunes wrath obstructs his path
And into snares he falls.
After a storme that did much harme
He comes upon an isle
Where men do roam, forgetting home,
And lotos doth beguile.
From these mean snares his men he tears
And puts them on the ships.
No leave he grants, and lotos plants
Must no more touch their lips.
And now he comes to Cyclops homes
Foul giants all are they.
Each hath 1 eye, and hard they ply
Great Vulcan to obey.
A cyclops cave the wandrers brave
And find much milk & cheese
But as they eat, foul death they meet
For them doth Cyclops seize.
Each livelong day the Cyclops prey
Is two most noble Greeks
Ulysses brave he plans to save
And quick escape he seeks.
By crafty ruse he can confuse
The stupid giants mind
Puts out his eye with dreadful cry
And leaves the wrench behind.
Now next he finds the king of winds
Great Aeoluss home
The windy king to him doth bring
Wind bags to help him roam.
He now remains in fair domains
In Circes palace grand.
His men do change in fashion strange
To beasts at her command.
But Mercury did set him free
From witcheries like this
Unhappy he his men to see
Engaged in swinish bliss.
He drew his sword and spake harsh word
To Circe standing there
My men set free, in wrath quoth he
Thy damage quick repair!!!
Then all the herd at her brief word
Become like men once more
Her magic beat, she gives all treat
Within her palace door.
And now Ulysses starts in bliss
The Syrens for to pass
No sound his crews sharp ears imbues
For they are stop-ped fast.
Now Scyllas necks menace his decks
Charybdis threats his ships
Six men are lostO! dreadful cost
But he through danger slips.
At last from waves no ship he saves
But on Calypsos isle
He drifts ashore and more & more
He tarries for a while.
At Joves command hes sent to land
To seek his patient wife,
But his raft breaks, and now he takes
His life from Neptunes strife.
He quickly lands on Scherias strands
And goes unto the king.
He tells his tale, all hold wassail;
An ancient bard doth sing.
Now does he roam unto his home
Where suitors woo his spouse
In beggars rags himself he drags
Unknown into his house
His arrows flew at that vile crew
Who sought to win his bride
Now all are killed and he is filled
With great & happy pride.
His swineherd first, then his old nurse
Do recognize him well
Then does he see Penelope
With whom in peace hell dwell.
Until black death doth stop his breath
And take him from the earth;
Hell neer roam far from Ithaca,
The island of his birth
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