), 1904

_Reprinted_ 1904, '09, '10, '12

(_Heinemann_), 1917

_London: William Heinemann_, 1917

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ATHENS: AN ODE 194

THE STATUE OF VICTOR HUGO 215

EUTHANATOS 252

FIRST AND LAST 255

LINES ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY 257

ADIEUX A MARIE STUART 259

HERSE 264

TWINS 267

THE SALT OF THE EARTH 272

SEVEN YEARS OLD 273

EIGHT YEARS OLD 275

COMPARISONS 278

WHAT IS DEATH? 280

A CHILD'S PITY 281

A CHILD'S LAUGHTER 283

A CHILD'S THANKS 285

A CHILD'S BATTLES 287

A CHILD'S FUTURE 293

SUNRISE 368

ATHENS: AN ODE

ATHENS

AN ODE

Ere from under earth again like fire the violet kindle, [_Str. 1._
Ere the holy buds and hoar on olive-branches bloom,
Ere the crescent of the last pale month of winter dwindle,
Shrink, and fall as falls a dead leaf on the dead month's tomb,
Round the hills whose heights the first-born olive-blossom
brightened,
Round the city brow-bound once with violets like a bride,
Up from under earth again a light that long since lightened
Breaks, whence all the world took comfort as all time takes
pride.
Pride have all men in their fathers that were free before them,
In the warriors that begat us free-born pride have we:
But the fathers of their spirits, how may men adore them,
With what rapture may we praise, who bade our souls be free?
Sons of Athens born in spirit and truth are all born free men;
Most of all, we, nurtured where the north wind holds his reign:
Children all we sea-folk of the Salaminian seamen,
Sons of them that beat back Persia they that beat back Spain.
Since the songs of Gree