Iphigenia in Tauris

Beneath your leafy gloom, ye waving boughsOf this old, shady, consecrated grove, As in the goddess' silent sanctuary, With the same shudd'ring feeling forth I step, As when I trod it first, nor ever hereDoth my unquiet spirit feel at home. Long as the mighty will, to which I bow, Hath kept me here conceal'd, still, as at first, I feel myself a stranger. For the seaDoth sever me, alas! from those I love, And day by day upon the shore I stand, My soul still seeking for the land of Greece. But to my sighs, the hollow-sounding wavesBring, save their own hoarse murmurs, no reply. Alas for him! who friendless and alone, Remote from parents and from brethren