Loud-roaring, wine-colored sea, sporting long hair,
Ox-eyed, bronze-armored sun, oh! glancing-eyed To the mountain shore, whose hollow ships love laughter, The glinting helmet, the shield of thunder, horse-taming, Wind-footed. And on the slope, the flaming- Haired mastic tree, its limbs knotted, Scarred, weeping, great-hearted, beneath The dazzling bolt, the thunderheads, driven like Horses across the Aegean Sea, the swaggering, Silver-footed earth-shaking sacker Of cities, spear-famed master of war-cries! Oh, may the softly-braided dusk descend, And devious-devising high-hearted schemes amend.
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