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The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky / Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair / For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye / Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek, / Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak, / And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast, / The ripple of the water on the side, / The ripple of girls' laughter at the stern, / The only sounds: -- when 'gan the West to burn, / And a red sun upon the seas to ride, / I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
Katakolo.