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 Dead was Hellas, but Ausonia by the light of dead men’s deeds Rose and walked awhile alive, though mocked as whom the fen-fire leads By the creed-wrought faith of faithless souls that mock their doubts with creeds. Dead are these, and man is risen again: and haply now the Three Yet coequal and triune may stand in story, marked as free By the token of the washing of the waters of the sea. Athens first of all earth’s kindred many-tongued and many-kinned Had the sea to friend and comfort, and for kinsman had the wind: She that bare Columbus next: then she that made her spoil of Ind. She that hears not what man’s rage but only what the sea-wind saith: She that turned Spain’s ships to cloud-wrack at the blasting of her breath, By her strengths of strong-souled children and of strong winds done to death. North and south the Great King’s galleons went in Persian wise: and here She, with Æschylean music on her lips that laughed back fear, In the face of Time’s grey godhead shook the splendour of her spear.