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Rh Therefore a dread unspeakable within me never slumbers,

Saying, Honour not the gauds of wealth if men have ceased to grow,

Nor deem that men, apart from wealth, can find their strength in numbers—

We shudder for our light and king, though we have gold enow!

No light there is, in any house, save presence of the master—

So runs the saw, ye aged men! and truth it says indeed—

On you I call, the wise and true, to ward us from disaster,

For all my hope is fixed on you, to prop us in our need!

Queen-Mother of the Persian land, to thy commandment bowing,

Whate'er thou wilt, in word or deed, we follow to fulfil—

Not twice we need thine high behest, our faith and duty knowing,

In council and in act alike, thy loyal servants still!

Long while by various visions of the night

Am I beset, since to Ionian lands

With marshalled host my son went forth to war.

Yet never saw I presage so distinct

As in the night now passed.—Attend my tale!—

A dream I had: two women nobly clad