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And like the heaven born dreams that soar From hero spirits, eagle wise, And urge to deeds of great emprise And fly before The eager, throbbing hearts that know No goal but victory, even so, Above the restless breakers' roar, Upon the high cliff evermore Thou standest with bright wings outspread, In all thy fresh wrought godlihead, Beloved of the conqueror! AND LIKE THE HEAVEN BORN DREAMS THAT SOAR FROM HERO SPIRITS EAGLE WISE AND URGE TO DEEDS OF GREAT AND PRIZE AND FLY BEFORE THE EAGER THROBBING HEARTS THAT KNOW NO GOAL BUT VICTORY EVEN SO ABOVE THE RESTLESS BREAKERS ROAR UPON THE HIGH CLIFF EVERMORE THOU STANDEST WITH BRIGHT WINGS OUTSPREAD IN ALL THY FRESHLY WROUGHT GODLY HEAD BELOVED OF THE CONQUEROR
ll the happy, lilting notes, Beyond divinest words, That nestle in the downy throats Of little sleeping birds, The breeze-borne scent of mignonette, That in the garden grows, Where, strung like pearls, the dew is wet Upon the briar-rose, These things it is, whose voices I Have sought for overlong; Yet still their cunning tones defy The artifice of song. _TO THE “WINGED VICTORY OF SAMOTHRACE”_ Thou wonder of the warrior prow, Supreme, immortal Victory! Before thy majesty I bow And all my soul flames forth to thee! Within the shadow of thy wings A thousand voices sound for me; In far, tumultuous murmurings, I catch the echo of the sea; The salty surge that rolls more near, Till loud and clear In mighty thunder tones I hear The rush of old Ægean tides, The bright, white waves that from the shore Sweep seaward with unceasing roar; In dawning skies the day-star guides, Across the surf the seabirds call, Whilst white and tall With swift sails swelling over all, The shield-hung warship rides.  TO THE WINGED VICTORY OF SAMOTHRACE BY EVELEEN STEIN READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY DE CALEB FORECASTLE THOU WONDER OF THE WARRIOR PROW SUPREME IMMORTAL VICTORY BEFORE THY MAJESTY I BOW AND ALL MY SOUL FLAMES FORTH TO THEE WITHIN THE SHADOW OF THY WINGS A THOUSAND VOICES SOUND FOR ME IN FAR TUMULTUOUS MURMURINGS I CATCH THE ECHO OF THE SEA THE SALTY SURGE THAT ROLLS MORE NEAR TILL LOUD AND CLEAR IN MIGHTY THUNDER TONES I HEAR THE RUSH OF OLD AGEAN TIDES THE BRIGHT WHITE WAVES THAT FROM THE SHORE SWEEP SEAWARD WITH UNCEASING ROAR IN DAWNING SKIES THE DAY STAR GUIDES ACROSS THE SURF THE SEA BIRDS CALL WHILE SWEET AND TALL WITH SWIFT SAILS SWELLING OVER ALL THE SHIELD HUNG WORSHIP RIDES
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