Salamis in that ruin-tempest heaven-sent, + 

When slaughter’s hailstorm did on myriads fall⁠— + 

Yet hush, O lips of mine, the vaunt irreverent! + 

Is not Zeus Lord of all? + 

He ordereth this and that. These late-won honours gladly hail + 

Sweet song that hymns the victor’s joy. Now, whoso hears the tale + 