Poems
Yet I for Greece performed this thing—
My will made strong her will—the fire
Of my own spirit triumphing
Kindled with resolute desire
Her mutable and supple thought,
And from men's fear strong victory wrought,
Bringing their cowardice to nought.
My will made strong her will—the fire
Of my own spirit triumphing
Kindled with resolute desire
Her mutable and supple thought,
And from men's fear strong victory wrought,
Bringing their cowardice to nought.
Within the Bay of Salamis,
Most insolent the foeman lay;
Now the cold sea waves curve and hiss
Over their heads, and alien spray
Gleams where their captains sleep—and where
Their cries triumphant stabbed the air
The shrill winds wail of their despair.
Most insolent the foeman lay;
Now the cold sea waves curve and hiss
Over their heads, and alien spray
Gleams where their captains sleep—and where
Their cries triumphant stabbed the air
The shrill winds wail of their despair.
Yet, Athens, though the gods have heard
Thy anguish, now thy plaints are dumb
Thy anguish, now thy plaints are dumb
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