Yea, in the same day stood victorious
He and his brother in mimic fray;
And at Corinth’s gates was the name twice glorious
Of Epharmostus in athlete-play.
Other wreaths did he win him in Nemea’s vale,
And at Argos again did his prowess prevail,
When in strife with men did he nowise fail,
As he failed not at Athens in boyhood’s day.
And what contest was that, when, waxing bolder,
From the boys’ ranks stealing at Marathon,
He abode the grapple of strong men older
Than he, for the silver cups to be won;
And by ring-craft that shifteth its balance fast
Never falling, he threw them. As tempest-blast
Rang the cheering, as down the arena he passed
In his goodlihead, goodliest deeds who had done.