Wherever Of Earth Ubicumque Terrarum Orbis

Even to the world’s ends
sweetly sounded to my ears its tongue
in names of things and notions.
My eyes stared the miracle of its lines
wondering at architecture’s colemns
and chisel’s artifacts.
Sorrows, festivals, feasts, games, contests
of its custom and practices reminded you.
With its callipers I saw the world
to draw present and future schemes.
Wherever of earth found, Hellada I met.
I loved voyages distant.
Even if that bitterness flares up
that old untravelled dander of mine
with our Things’ indecencies
patience is now shown,
hoping sometime to start
again our hands to handle
cooly and deftly
the instruments euclidean.