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A pillar more than Parian marble splendid⁠—

As gold when the refiner’s work is ended

Shows all its brightness forth, so by the lay

That chants great deeds in war or athlete-play

A man is raised to heights of bliss excelling

The pomp of kings⁠—let him then, though to-day

On Acheron’s shore thy Kallikles be dwelling,

Yet catch the sound of this my voice that sings

On earth his praise who in the athlete-rings

Of the great Trident-wielder thunder-voiced

With brows at Corinth garland-crowned rejoiced.