Antistrophe III.
Now have they learned firm gaze to cast
On the vext sea, what time the blast
Makes hoary its broad-furrowed plain.
Confide they now in naval craft,
Cables fine-wove, device to waft
Armies across the main.
Strophe IV.
Hence, swartly robed, my heart by fear
Is tortured, lest ere long the State—
Woe for the Persian army! hear 120
That Susa's mighty fort is desolate.
Antistrophe IV.
And Kissia's stronghold shall reply
Beat unto beat on doleful breast,
While crowds of women raise the cry,
Woe! woe! and rend their flaxen-tissued vest.
Strophe V.
For all the troops that draw the rein,
And all who tread the dusty plain,
Like swarming bees, with him who led 130
Their martial host, abroad have sped,
The jutting boat-way crossing o'er,
Sea-washed, and common to each adverse shore.
Antistrophe V.
And yearning love with many a tear
The couch bedeweth, lone and drear;
