THE SLEEPER OF MARATHON.
I lay upon the solemn plain,
And by the funeral mound,
Where those who died not there in vain,
Their place of sleep had found.
’Twas silent where the free blood gush’d,
When Persia came array’d—
So many a voice had there been hush’d,
So many a footstep stay’d.
I slumber’d on the lonely spot