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66 Comes triumph to the eastern bow,

Or hath the lance-point conquered now?

See, yonder comes the mother-queen,

Light of our eyes, in godlike sheen,

The royal mother of the king!—

Fall we before her! well it were

That, all as one, we sue to her,

And round her footsteps cling!

Queen, among deep-girded Persian dames thou highest and most royal,

Hoary mother, thou, of Xerxes, and Darius' wife of old!

To godlike sire, and godlike son, we bow us and are loyal—

Unless, on us, an adverse tide of destiny has rolled!

Therefore come I forth to you, from chambers decked and golden,

Where long ago Darius laid his head, with me beside,

And my heart is torn with anguish, and with terror am I holden,

And I plead unto your friendship and I bid you to my side.

Darius, in the old time, by aid of some Immortal,

Raised up the stately fabric, our wealth of long-ago:

But I tremble lest it totter down, and ruin porch and portal,

And the whirling dust of downfall rise above its overthrow!