That reached him on the waters blue
Was more than man could listen to;
And when no more the death-cry came,
The rising smoke, the sun-dimmed flame,
The flashings of the scymitar,
Told Scio’s slaughter from afar!
What demon governed your debates,
Ye mighty Christian potentates,
That Greece, the land of light and song,
Should feel the Paynim scourge so long?