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A giant's toil to shut with lock and key

The wrathful Bosphorus!

The thing was done!

Methinks, an unseen power helped our son.

A power of might indeed to send him mad!

Ay, since the achievement evil issue had!

What fate hath foiled our arms that ye make moan

For fallen men?

The fleet is overthrown

And in its ruin whelmed the host on shore.

Then hath my people perished? Hath grim war

Ta'en toll of all?

Yea, Susa lieth bare,

And mourns her perished youth, her manhood fair.

Oh, the lost levies! Oh, the bright array

Of proud confederate peoples!

Bactria

Through all her clans and Egypt's commonalty

For children lost lift up a bitter cry.