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 Dead the great chryselephantine God, as dew last evening shed: Dust of earth or foam of ocean is the symbol of his head: Earth and ocean shall be shadows when Prometheus shall be dead.

Fame around her warriors living rang through Greece and lightened, Moving equal with their stature, stately with their strength: Thebes and Lacedæmon at their breathing presence brightened, Sense or sound of them filled all the live land’s breadth and length. All the lesser tribes put on the pure Athenian fashion, One Hellenic heart was from the mountains to the sea: Sparta’s bitter self grew sweet with high half-human passion, And her dry thorns flushed aflower in strait Thermopylæ. Fruitless yet the flowers had fallen, and all the deeds died fruitless, Save that tongues of after men, the children of her peace, Took the tale up of her glories, transient else and rootless, And in ears and hearts of all men left the praise of Greece.