All that I sing is known unto him and to whoso striveth to win the crown
Of that which of athlete-contests is chief—yea, Pisa beareth the highest renown
In Heracles’ ordinance;—yet was it sweet, that strain for his victory ringing,
When mid sacred Athenian rites he twice heard voices the prelude singing
Of processional chants, and the limpid fruit of the olive to Hera’s city came
In shrines fire-hardened, in pictured vases, unto the folk of heroic fame.