Now, now Alkimidas hath proved, plain for all eyes to see,
That this his House is like the fields that flame with golden grain,
Which, in the alternating years, now yield abundantly
To toiling men the bread of life that loads the laughing plain,
And in the year thereafter rest, to gather strength again.
Lo, now Aegina’s athlete-son, from where in Nemea holden
Are those heart-gladdening contests, cometh home, who, following
The course whose chart was by the destiny of Zeus unfolden,
Hath proved no baffled glory-hunter in the wrestling-ring.