Athenian

Your voice I knew, its cadences and thrill; It stilled the tumult and the overthrow When Athens trembled to the people's will; I knew it--'twas a thousand years ago.

I see the fountains, and the gardens where You sang the fury from the Satrap's brow; I feel the quiver in the raptured air, I heard it in the Athenian grove--I hear you now.