The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls laughter at the stern,
The only sounds: when gan the West to bum,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!

What is the theme of this poem?

a. The excitement and thrill of sailing is something everyone should experience.

b. The triumphant arrival to a foreign land is rewarding after a long journey.

c. Being lost at sea brings deep hopelessness.

d. Nature is full of strange and mysterious forms.

3. How many stanza in the poem above?

4. How many lines are in this poem?