After the storm, clouds like islands in the sky IISpringtime at the Temple of AphaiaAfter the storm, clouds like islands in the sky IAnd soft winds blow aroma of honeyThalassaAs you set out for Ithaca, hope that the voyage is a long oneThe voyage… full of adventure, full of discoveryThe rosy fingered dawnThe isles of Greece!…Eternal summer gilds them yetThe wine dark seaThe isles of Greece.. where burning Sappho loved and sungWe have lingered in the chambers of the sea