Themistocles
Who urged the waves' loud requiem
Over the foe in Salamis.
Now from the foemen's hands he takes
Bread—and his thirst their water slakes—
He sleeps among them and awakes.
Over the foe in Salamis.
Now from the foemen's hands he takes
Bread—and his thirst their water slakes—
He sleeps among them and awakes.
Deem ye my eloquence so weak?
Have I so passionless a voice
I fail to gather what I seek—
Nor will men tremble or rejoice
At my words' will? Nay, ye know well,
How mighty is the living spell
When the soul's speech rings audible.
Have I so passionless a voice
I fail to gather what I seek—
Nor will men tremble or rejoice
At my words' will? Nay, ye know well,
How mighty is the living spell
When the soul's speech rings audible.
I, exiled, at the Persian Court
Find refuge; shall my woes engage
Alone a friendship of such sort
Its strength may the great wrath assuage
Find refuge; shall my woes engage
Alone a friendship of such sort
Its strength may the great wrath assuage
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