ATHENIAN

Your voice I knew, its cadences and thrill;

It stilled the tumult and the overthrow

When Athens trembled to the people's will;

I knew it —‘ twas a thousand years ago.

I see the fountains, and the gardens where

You sang the fury from the Satrap's brow;

I feel the quiver in the raptured air,

I heard it in the Athenian grove — I hear you now.