Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water;
 Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scylla's wild yells,
 Through the alarms of the raging sea, the alarms of the land too,--
 E'en to the kingdom of hell leads him his wandering course.
 And at length, as he sleeps, to Ithaca's coast fate conducts him;
 There he awakes, and, with grief, knows not his fatherland now.