And when the point of that wrath-gleaming spear laid low the son
Of splendour-glowing Dawn. This was the track oft trod before,
A chariot-highway, where the bards of olden time rode on.
And I too follow in their path, inspired by legend-lore.
Yet still the wave that nighest rolls unto the steering-oar
Disquiets most the shipman’s heart; so, twofold burden bearing,
Alkimidas, on willing shoulders, to thy land I speed.
A messenger to tell that thou, thy new-won glory sharing
With thy far-famous house, this five-and-twentieth triumph-meed