Now From The Smooth Deep

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!