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Far through the Delphian shades
An Eastern trumpet rung!
And the startled eagle rush'd on high,
With a sounding flight through the fiery sky,
And banners, o'er the shadowy glades,
To the sweeping winds were flung.
Banners, with deep-red gold
All waving, as a flame,
And a fitful glance from the bright spear-head
On the dim wood-paths of the mountain shed,
And a peal of Asia's war-notes told
That in arms the Persian came.
- ↑ *See the account cited from Herodotus, in Mitford's Greece.
