Like copper shone the autumn day. Poseidon
And Aeolus moaned softly, mournfully.
Huge, surging, lilac waves rose on the sea.
Our ship dove fish-like in and out among them.
The cape lay far ahead, and high upon it
Now and again a row of columns showed.
The gods’ song made me nod. Our vessel rode
The lilac waves and climbed each snowy summit.
The Sun-god’s temple!.. Yet this was as naught.
Alone the sky and those white columns gracious,
A row of them, remained etched on my senses.
The hills in smoke-like rings of cloud were caught.
The cape looked like a loaf of bread. In fancies
And dreams I lived. The gods myself I wrought.