Odysseus Returns

Where lies my Ithaca?
I set out from fair Phaeacia,
From Nausicaa’s sweet bosom.
Twenty years have I been tossed,
Through rough seas and beasts.
Detained years by bright Calypso,
And held longer in Circe’s hell.
Where is that home of memory?
Where my beautiful Penelope?

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