... where the Sun scarce hath trod; Or a cloud make the home of mine abiding, As a bird among the bird-droves of God! Could I wing me to my rest amid the roar Of the deep Adriatic on the shore, Where the water of Eridanus is clear, And PhaĆ«thon's sad sisters by his grave Weep into the river, and each tear Gleams, a drop of amber, in ... — The Legacy of Greece • Various