Odysseus In Contemplation of His Homecoming To Ithaca and Reunion With Queen Penelope

Far away from these antique moors, I hear your voice call for my soul and carry me to Ithaca's doors! Can echoes from you divinely toll, commanding me onto bright shores like sacred gods that read from a scroll? I sail the seas and wander afar, from you and from all that we've known; and with only the bright North Star to safely guide me through wind-blown waves, I now cruise with the polestar to at last return all alone. Heaven and earth, and all marine, no longer can more divide us; and even the gods' wrathful spleen cannot impede my victorious journey to you, Penelope my queen, whose heart is legend and glorious!