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A Persian of the Persians,

The very eye of thee,

Who mustered men by thousands ten

Alpistus, where is he?

The son of Batanochus,

The son of Sesamas,

The son of Megabates;—

Parthus and Oibaras,

Art thou returned without them?

And will they come no more?

And lie they there forsaken

On that disastrous shore?

Alas! what need of language?

The trouble of thy face

Proclaims this woe beyond all woes

To Persia's sceptred race!

Wring not my heart! Rouse not again

That insupportable refrain

For friends cut off and comrades slain.

Though sharp your pang and shrill your cry of dole

There is a louder voice that wails within my soul.

But many, many more I miss!

Xanthes of Mardian clans

Chieftain; and Anchares, who led

The valiant Arians;

And Arsames and Diæxis,

Lords of the lordly steed,

And Dadacas and Lythimnas,