Seeking to find his home, Odysseus
crosses each water;
Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scyllas wild yells,
Through the alarms of the raging sea, the alarms of the land too,-
Een to the kingdom of hell leads him his wandering course.
And at length, as he sleeps, to Ithacas coast fate conducts him;
There he awakes, and, with grief, knows not his fatherland now.