| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Odyssey | | By Andrew Lang (1844–1912) |
| | | AS one that for a weary space has lain | |
| Lull’d by the song of Circe and her wine | |
| In gardens near the pale of Proserpine, | |
| Where that Æean isle forgets the main, | |
| And only the low lutes of love complain, | 5 |
| And only shadows of wan lovers pine— | |
| As such an one were glad to know the brine | |
| Salt on his lips, and the large air again,— | |
| So gladly, from the songs of modern speech | |
| Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free | 10 |
| Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, | |
| And through the music of the languid hours | |
| They hear like Ocean on the western beach | |
| The surge and thunder of the Odyssey. | | | | |
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