Where Is the Sea? Song of the Greek Islander in Exile

Where is the sea?--I languish here--
Where is my own blue sea?
With all its barks in fleet career,
And flags, and breezes free?

I miss that voice of waves which first
Awoke my childhood’s glee;
The measured chime--the thundering burst--
Where is my own blue sea?

Oh! rich your myrtle’s breath may rise,
Soft, soft your winds may be;
Yet my sick heart within me dies--
Where is my own blue sea?

I hear the shepherd’s mountain flute,
I hear the whispering tree;
The echoes of my soul are mute,
--Where is my own blue sea?