O troubled Isle of Aphrodite So battered by hostile winds that vie with one another When will this storm abate? O thou, my father's land Thy very heart so torn and so in pain A castaway from thy native land thy core is rent in twain Strewn across thy verdant carpet Soldiers have trampled thou like mire in the streets O Cyprus, the lovely isle of fruitful vine When will you breathe again? http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-cyprus/
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