Now here, now there, the wild waves sweep,
Whilst we, betwixt them o'er the deep,
In shatter'd tempest-beaten bark,
The billows dashing o'er our dark
Upheavèd deck—in tatters riven
Our sail—whose yawning rents between
The raging sea and sky are seen.
Loose from their hold our anchors burst,
And then the third, the fatal wave
Comes rolling onward like the first,
And doubles all our toil to save.
Alcæus of Mytilene (c. 620–c. 580 B.C.) Greece
Translated by Sir William Jones
Source: Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 1, Editor: Charles Dudley Warner, 1887 [Project Gutenberg]
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