Messenger.
The shores of Salamis, and all around
With the thick bodies of our dead are peopled.
ANTISTROPHE II.
Chorus.
Alas! the wreck of the countless host!
The sundered planks, and the drifted dead,[n12]
Rocked to and fro, with the ebb and the flow
On a wavy-wandering bed!
Messenger.
Vain were our shafts; our mighty multitude