A breathless pause—then shouts to heaven go
In token of the victory hardly won.
A triple cry of “Hail, Victorious!” sounds;
With dance and choral song the victor goes
To bend before the statue of the god.
Then one with glad rejoicing proudly throws
A robe of triumph o’er his shoulders broad,
And with wild olives crowned,
The athlete unconquered, in his state
Waits silent in the awful god’s abode