Asia from each furthest corner
Weeps her woes, a sonless mourner;
Xerxes a wild chase pursuing,
Xerxes led thee to thy ruin;
Xerxes, luckless fancies wooing,
Trimmed vain fleets for thy undoing.
Not like him the old Darius
Shattered thus from Hellas came;
Rightly he is honoured by us,
Susa’s bowman without blame.