Ox-eyed, bronze-armored sun, oh! glancing-eyed
To the mountain shore, whose hollow ships love laughter,
The glinting helmet, the shield of thunder, horse-taming,
Wind-footed. And on the slope, the flaming-
Haired mastic tree, its limbs knotted,
Scarred, weeping, great-hearted, beneath
The dazzling bolt, the thunderheads, driven like
Horses across the Aegean Sea, the swaggering,
Silver-footed earth-shaking sacker
Of cities, spear-famed master of war-cries!
Oh, may the softly-braided dusk descend,
And devious-devising high-hearted schemes amend.