Even they about whose hair the silvery-gleaming
Adorning of the olive-leaf is laid
By the Aetolian judge’s righteous deeming
The victor’s brows to shade,
According unto Heracles’ ancient hest.
From Ister’s shadowy springs he brought this tree,
When fared Amphitryon’s son on perilous quest
And gave Olympia’s games this fairest, best
Trophy of victory.