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Rh And Cnidos and neighbouring Rhodes, and Soli, and Paphos the proud,

And Cyprian Salamis, name-child of her who hath wrought us this wrong!

Yea, and all the Ionian tract, where the Greek-born inhabitants throng,

And the cities are teeming with gold—Darius was lord of them all,

And, great by his wisdom, he ruled, and ever there came to his call,

In stalwart array and unfailing, the warrior chiefs of our land,

And mingled allies from the tribes who bowed to his conquering hand!

But now there are none to gainsay that the gods are against us; we lie

Subdued in the havoc of wreck, and whelmed by the wrath of the sky!

[Enter in disarray.

Alas the day, that I should fall

Into this grimmest fate of all,

This ruin doubly unforeseen!

On Persia's land what power of Fate

Descends, what louring gloom of hate?

How shall I bear my teen?

My limbs are loosened where they stand,

When I behold this aged band—

Oh God! I would that I too, I,

Among the men who went to die,

Were whelmed in earth by Fate's command!