Leave not this sea-encircled isle

Calypso, awful goddess, thus implored:

"Leave not, O love, this sea-encircled isle;

Leave not this grotto which our love has known,

The cypressed vales where Zephyrus awhile

Blows from the river reeds love's dulcet tone.

"Am I not fairer, I a goddess born,

Than mortal dame, however fair she be?

Am I not mighty, shall I bear thy scorn

Or yield thy lips to fond Penelope

Who spins her foolish web in Ithaca, forlorn

And weeping for the love of thee?

"Leave not, O love, this garden of our bliss!

I bind thee with a spell, my love, my kiss!"