With Powers above his power, who see with sight
Beyond his vision, sing accordingly
A song, which he must needs dare emulate!
Poet, remain the man nor ape the Muse!
"But—lend me the psalterion! Nay, for once—
Once let my hand fall where the other's lay!
I see it, just as I were Sophokles,
That sunrise and combustion of the east!"
And then he sang—are these unlike the words?
Thamuris marching,—lyre and song of Thrace—