_Behind the blue-prowed ship sent forth anon A following wind, a good companion._[9] ----- Footnote 9: From Professor J. W. Mackail’s translation of the _Odyssey_ (John Murray). _Homer: Calypso_ Calypso is a statelier figure than Circe, although they have much in common. Looking casually at the two characters, we are inclined to wonder why Homer should have given them so many points of resemblance. Both are immortals—Circe a daughter of the sun, and Calypso a daughter of Atlas. Both are skilled in sorcery; both live on islands set far away amidst the sea; both are ‘fair-tressed’ and beautiful and have sweet singing voices; both love Odysseus and desire him for a husband. But our first thought is corrected the instant we look at the two goddesses a little more closely. In fact, the likeness between them only helps us to realize the art which has given to each of them a distinct individuality. We shall find that Calypso is gentler and more dignified; a sweeter and more gracious creature than Circe. There is nothing sinister or malign about her; and if she loves Odysseus, and strives to keep him at her side, it is that she may make him immortal, like herself. She has no evil intent toward him; and when the messenger of Zeus bids her to release him, she sets herself the task of helping him away. Odysseus has not now to pay a gruesome penalty for willing bondage, as when he left Circe in Aeaea; but wins his way by Calypso’s aid to the friendly land of Phæacia. In a “far isle amid the sea” Calypso dwelt alone. The blue sky bent over it to embrace the bluer sea; and round its base a spray of foam perpetually laved the rocks with snowy fingers. Out of the sea tree-clad cliffs rose steeply, and the scent of pines hung like incense in the warm air. Deep chasms here and there rent the cliffs apart, and gave access to the sea; but their sides were clothed with olives and trailing vines; and far down below could be heard the whisper of a little stream as it ran to join the murmuring waves on a strip of golden sand. At the head of one of the ravines was Calypso’s cavern. _Close to the cavern and clustered around it was growing a coppice; Alder was there and poplar and cypress of delicate perfume. Many a long-winged bird in the copse found covert at night-time, Many a falcon and owl, and crook-billed chattering sea-crows, Birds of the brine which busy themselves with a life on the ocean. Here too, stretching in front of the hollow mouth of the cavern, Trailed a luxuriant vine rich-laden with many a cluster. Four bright runnels of water arose from a neighbouring fountain, Each one nigh to the other but turned to a different channel. Spreading around soft meadows with violets blossomed and parsley Richly bedight—yea e’en an immortal, if haply he came there, All might wondering view and rejoice in his heart to behold it._[10]