Blest was he while with men he found a home:
All reverence him, their hero, yet.
Apart from him is each king’s hallowed tomb
Before the palace set.
To them in Hades wins some echo through—
If such life-music reach the dead—
How prowess is besprent with kindly dew
Of victory-song outshed.
So theirs too is Arkesilas’ triumph-story,
The fame that justice doth award.
While chant the youths, ’tis meet he sing the glory
Of Phoebus Golden-sword,