On the Aegean's bosom, like a child he lies,
His primeval father in the azure heavens above,
Heraklion's shores basking in tender love,
The healing warmth of his father's celestial eyes!
O sudden spark, that sunders all ties!
His being sails away, as if on the wings of a dove,
Beyond birth and death; leaving the gentle cove,
Across time's vast expanse, his bird-self flies!
Supple Prince! High Priest of Knossos in your prime,
No more, your haven, those dim corridors of the past,
For in this very moment, is condensed all time,
And forever, on these much-loved waters you shall last,
Floating Lily, passed on through ages, one eternal rhyme,
From being to being, ere they crumble to dust!!
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