Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree;
Bright Seer, help on thy prophecy!
From "THE HELOT"
HELOT, drink—nor spare the wine;
Drain the deep, the maddening bowl;
Flesh and sinews, slave, are mine,
Now I claim thy Helot soul.
Gods! ye love our Sparta; ye
Gave with vine that leaps and runs