... living thing ' Gives consolation. Not my native land ' Nor European fields I hope for now ' Lit by far other suns, nor Asia's plains. ' But in what land, what region of the sky, ' Where left we Africa ? But now with frosts ' Cyrene stiffened: have we changed the laws ' Which rule the seasons, in this little space? ' Cast from the world we know, 'neath other skies ' And stars we tread; behind ou...