Here you will find the Poem Dreams of France of poet Leon Gellert
Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France! Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee! I thought to help thee bear thy brandished lance, But, lo, I sail the blue Aegean sea! Sweet thought of thee sill stand before mine eyes While I lie fettered in this stagnant cage; Unseen by me the golden Grecian skies, Forgotten is the Grecian Golden Age. Drear and dank this stale Ionian bark, That plods its path alone Aegean ways. Could I but see old Homer, tall and dark, And hear the battle-laughter of his lays! Farewell, oh France! Farewell, thou tortured West! Bear strong thy shield above thine outraged breast.
