Thou, goddess of the hearth, beloved of all,
My heart may hear, yet never heed thy call.
For I, who love Apollo, wise and warm,
Form shattered, died from savage, sea-swept storm.
And I shall never enter Asphodel
Until the sun shall strike this bitter swell.
Nor shall I leave, who learned to love this coast,
Until Apollo lights what longs him...
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