The Spike Victoria University College Review 1944
From "Regrets"
From "Regrets"
Happy who, like Ulysses voyaging,
Or bold as he that did the fleece obtain,
Has, skilled and wise, to home returned again,
Lifelong among his kinsmen tarrying!
But when shall I, alas, my village see,
Its curling smoke, and in how long a time
The croft of that poor mansion that is mine,
Which is my realm, and more than realm to me?
For lovelier the house my fathers made
Than Roman palaces on hills arrayed,
Its slates more beautiful than marble seem:
The Gaulish Loire is, more than Tiber, fine,
My Lyre than the mighty Palatine,
Than ocean air, the gentle Angevine.