And a sweet feathered shaft on the bowstring laying + 

Pytho-ward shoot thou: not to the ground + 

Shall thy words fall, when thy fingers are straying + 

O’er the quivering strings of the lyre, to sound + 

The praise of a lord of the wrestling-ring + 

Who from Opus the famed came journeying; + 

And the glory of that good town do thou sing + 

And the praise of her champion triumph-crowned. + 

’Tis a city that Themis and Safety-bestower, + 

Her child Fair Governance, won for their own; + 

And in knightly deeds she blooms as a bower; + 

For by Castaly’s fountain her praise is known, + 

And Alpheus murmureth her renown, + 

Where blow fair flowers for victory’s crown + 

To shine on the brows of the mother-town + 

Of Lokris, with trees girt stately-grown. + 