HE CAME with us from inland to the shore —
A stranger, yet that moment he came home!
The moving phalanx with the plumes of foam —
He cried that he had seen it all before;
And words he spoke that now are heard no more —
" O Thalassa, I will no longer roam;
But here will I prepare a hecatomb,
Who have come back to thee whom I adore! "

Then prone he threw himself upon the sand,
In rapt idolatry, or swooned with joy.
And we who followed him amazed did stand
Till each began of other to demand:
" Could this be one that headed out for Troy,
Or sailed Propontis to the Colchian land? "