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Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle-k.t.l.
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep / The azure sea, I love the land no more; / The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep / Tempt my unquiet mind. -But when the roar / Of Ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam / Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst, / I turn from the drear aspect to the home / Of Earth and its deep woods, where, interspersed, / When winds blow loud, pines make sweet melody. / Whose house is some lone bark, whose toil the sea, / Whose prey the wandering fish, an evil lot / Has chosen. -But I my languid limbs will fling / Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring / Moves the calm spirit, but disturbs it not.