| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 1454. Bacchylides |
| | | By George Meason Whicher |
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| FAIR star, new-risen to our wondering eyes | |
| With brighter glory from thy long eclipse! | |
| Poet, imprisoned in dead centuries! | |
| Some god unlocks thy music now, and strips | |
| The seal of envious silence from thy lips; | 5 |
| And we are fain to hear thy wakening melodies. | |
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| Thou comest from the darkness of the tomb | |
| To sing once more the happy olden time, | |
| Victor and hero, youth and youths fair bloom, | |
| The joy of life in manhoods golden prime; | 10 |
| And I, of alien tongue and harsher clime, | |
| Listen, and lose awhile lifes endless fret and fume. | |
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| Thus in a sunset isle, long years agone, | |
| Some shepherd, telling neath the ilex trees | |
| The straying sheep that browsed on upland lawn, | 15 |
| Marked with wide eyes across the purple seas | |
| Odysseus long-lost bark before the breeze | |
| Glide ghost-like from the glooms of Ocean toward the dawn; | |
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| And straight forgot his silly flock aspace | |
| In marvel of the strange return from death, | 20 |
| While to the harbor-mouth he ran apace | |
| To hear their tale with wistful, indrawn breath: | |
| And aye mine eyes are dimmed with dreams (he saith) | |
| Of that far land where bide the dead heroic race. | |
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