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I	A
O King Amasis hail	B
News from thy friend the King Polycrates	C
My oars have never rested on the seas	C
From Samos nor on land my horse's hoofs	C
Till I might tell my tale ''	D
Sais the sacred city basked her roofs	C
And gardens whispering in the western light	E
Men thronged abroad to taste the coming cool of night	E
Only the palace closed	F
Unechoing courts where by the lake reposed	F
Wide eyed the enthron d shapes of Memphian deities	C
And King Amasis in the cloistered shade	F
That guards them of a giant colonnade	F
Paced musing there he pondered mysteries	C
That are the veils of truth	G
For mid those gods of grave ignoring smile	H
Large auguries he spelled	F
Forgot the spears the tumults of his youth	G
And strangled Apries and the reddened Nile	H
Now turning he beheld	F
Half in a golden shadow and half touched with flame	I
The white robed stranger from the Grecian isle	H
And heard pronounced his name	I
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II	A
Welcome from Samos friend	F
Good news I think thou bearest in thy mien ''	-
The king spoke welcoming with voice serene	J
How is it with Polycrates thy lord	F
Peace on his name attend	F
Would he were here in Egypt and his sword	F
Could sheathe and we at god like ease discourse	C
Of counsel no ignoble needs enforce	C
And take august regale	H
Of wisdom from the Powers whose purpose cannot fail	H
I too O man of Samos bred to war	K
Passed youth passed manhood in a life of blood	F
But many victories bring the heart no certain good	F
Would that he too might tease his fate no more	K
And I might see his face	C
In presence of my land's ancestral Powers	C
See from their countenance what a grandeur beams	C
Thou know'st I love thy race	C
Bright wits ye have skill in adventurous schemes	C
But deeper life is ours	C
Fed by these springs your strength might bless the world But lo	H
The light begins to fade from the high towers	C
Thy errand let me know ''	-
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III	A
Thus saith Polycrates	C
The counsel which thou wrotest me is well	H
For seeing how full crops my granaries swell	H
How all winds waft me to prosperity	F
How I gain all with ease	C
And my raised banner pledges victory	F
Thou didst advise me cast away what most	F
Brought pleasure to my eyes and seemed of rarest cost	F
And after heavy thought	F
I chose the ring which Theodorus wrought	F
My famous emerald where young Phaethon	J
Shoots headlong with pale limbs through glowing air	L
While green waves from beneath toss white drops to his hair	L
A long time very loth I gazed thereon	J
For this cause thought I men most envy me	F
I took a ship and fifty beating oars	C
Bore me far out to sea	F
I stood upon the poop but wherefore tell	H
What now is rumoured round all Asian shores	C
Say only I did well	H
Who the world's envy treasured yet in deep waves drowned	F
Homeward I came and mourned within my doors	C
Three days nor solace found ''	-
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IV	-
Amasis without word	F
Listens dark browed the Samian speaks anew	J
Let not the king this thing so deeply rue	J
Truly the gem was of imperial price	C
Nay even men averred	F
Coveted more than wealthy satrapies	C
Nor twenty talents could its loss redeem	M
Yet hear the Gods are more benignant than men dream	M
Thus saith my lord The moon	J
Not once had waned when as I sat at noon	J
Within my palace court above the Lydian bay	N
They led before me with much wondering noise	C
A fisherman between two staggering boys	C
Slung heavily a fish he brought that day	N
Caught in his bursting net	F
A royal fish for royal destiny	F
I marvelled but amaze broke deeper yet	F
To recognize Heaven's hand	F
When from its cloven belly surely high	-
In that large grace I stand	F
Dazzled my eyes with light my heart with joy the ring	O
Restored Why rendest thou thy robe and why	-
Lamentest thou O king ''	-
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V	F
O lamentable news ''	-
Amasis cried now have the Gods indeed	F
Doom on thy head Polycrates decreed	F
I feared already when I heard thy joy	P
Must need stoop down to choose	C
For sacrifice loss of a shining toy	P
Searching the suburbs only of content	F
Not thy heart's home what God this blindness on thee sent	F
Gone was thy ring yet how	Q
Was thy soul cleared or thou more greatly thou	Q
Were vain things vainer or the dear more dear	R
Hast thou bent gazing o'er thy child asleep	S
Thoughts springing tender as new leaves Deep deep	S
Deep as thy inmost hope as thy most sacred fear	R
Thou shouldst have sought the pain	J
That changes earth's wide aspect in an hour	T
Heaved by abysmal throes	C
Ah then our pleasant refuges are vain	J
Yet thrilled the soul assembles all her power	T
And cleared by peril glows	C
Seeing immortal hosts arrayed upon her side	F
Blind man the scornful Gods thy offering slight	F
My fears are certified ''	-
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VI	-
Swift are the thoughts of fear	R
But Fate at will rides swifter far and lo	H
Even as Amasis bows to boded woe	H
Even as his robe with a sad cry he rends	C
The accomplishment is here	U
The sun that from the Egyptian plain descends	C
Blessing with holier shade	F
Those strange gods dreaming throned by the vast colonnade	F
Burns o'er the northern sea	C
Firing the peak of Asian Mycale	H
Firing a cross raised on the mountain side	F
Polycrates the Fortunate hangs there	L
The false Oroetes hath him in a snare	L
Now with his quivering limbs his soul is crucified	F
And in his last hour first	F
He tastes the extremity of loss he burns	C
With ecstasy of thirst	F
Nought recks he even of his dearest now	Q
Moaning for breath no pity he discerns	C
On the dark Persian's brow	Q
Grave on his milk white horse in silks of Sidon shawled	F
The Satrap smiles and on his finger turns	C
The all envied emerald	F

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