Let us seat us beside this ancient hall;
Wise counsel to-day let us honestly frame,
Touching the fate of the kingly one,
Race of our race, and name of our name,
Darius’ godlike son:
For much it concerns us to know
Whether the winged shaft shot from the bow,
Or the strength of the pointed spear hath won.
But lo! where she comes, a moving light,
Like the eyes of the god so bright,