The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:—when ’gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:—when ’gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
Wilde - Selected Poems
