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They saw behind them sink from sight

Old Kissia's citadel;

And some rode out on horseback,

And some in long ships sailed;

Stout plodders closing up their ranks

The footmen strode all-mailed.

Amistres hasteth with them,

And great Artaphrenes,

Astaspes, Megabates,

Lords of rich satrapies,

Kings on whose throne a greater

Its majesty uprears,

Marshals of an uncounted host,

Bowmen and cavaliers,

They sweep forever onward;

Their daunting looks dismay,

And jubilant are their high hearts

For joy of coming fray.

Lord of the bow, Imaeus,

Sosthenes, charioteer,

Artembares, the rider bold

Whom charging squadrons cheer,

Masistres and Pharandaces;

With many a doughty fere

Whom Nile, great nourisher of men,

Sent forth; Pegastogon,

Egyptian born; Susiskanes,

And Artames, whose wone

Is sacred Memphis;—there he rules;

And Ariomardus, lord

Or [sic] Thebes, that ancient child of Time;

Marsh-folk to pull aboard