Homer

Far from the sight of earth, yet bright and plain
As the clear noon-day sun, an " orb of song "
Lovely and bright is seen amid the throng
Of lesser stars, that rise, and wax, and wane,
The transient rulers of the fickle main ; —
One constant light gleams through the dark and long
And narrow aisle of memory. How strong.
How fortified with all the numerous train
Of truths wert thou, Great Poet of mankind,
Who told'st in verse as mighty as the sea,
And various as the voices of the wind.
The strength of passion rising in the glee
Of battle. Fear was glorified by thee,
And Death is lovely in thy tale enshrined.