A mist of fate and hell is round us now, And all the city’s flower to death is done! Alas, we wept thee once, and weep again! O Lord of lords, by recklessness twofold The land is wasted of its men, And down to death are rolled Wreckage of sail and oar, Ships that are ships no more, And bodies of the slain! The GHOST OF DARIUS rises. GHOST OF DARIUS. Ye aged Persians, truest of the true, Coevals of the youth that once was mine, What troubleth now our city? harken, how It moans and beats the breast and rends the plain! And I, beholding how my consort stood Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took The gift of her libation graciously. But ye are weeping by my sepulchre, And, shrilling forth a sad, evoking cry, Summon me mournfully, _Arise, arise_. No light thing is it, to come back from death, For, in good sooth, the gods of nether gloom Are quick to seize but late and loth to free! Yet among them I dwell as one in power— And lo, I come! now speak, and speed your words, Lest I be blamed for tarrying overlong! What new disaster broods o’er Persia’s realm? CHORUS. With awe on thee I gaze, And, standing face to face, I tremble as I did in olden days! GHOST OF DARIUS. Nay, but as I rose to earth again, obedient to your call, Prithee, tarry not in parley! be one word enough for all— Speak and gaze on me unshrinking, neither let my face appal! CHORUS. I tremble to reveal, Yet tremble to conceal Things hard for friends to feel! GHOST OF DARIUS. Nay, but if the old-time terror on your spirit keeps its hold, Speak thou, O royal lady who didst couch with me of old! Stay thy weeping and lamenting and to me reveal the truth— Speak! for man is born to sorrow; yea, the proverb sayeth sooth! ’Tis the doom of mortal beings, if they live to see old age, To suffer bale, by land and sea, through war and tempest’s rage. ATOSSA. O thou whose blissful fate on earth all mortal weal excelled— Who, while the sunlight touched thine eyes, the lord of all wert held! A god to Persian men thou wert, in bliss and pride and fame— I hold thee blest too in thy death, or e’er the ruin came! Alas, Darius! one brief word must tell thee all the tale— The Persian power is in the dust, gone down in blood and bale! GHOST OF DARIUS. Speak—by what chance? did man rebel, or pestilence descend? ATOSSA. Neither! by Athens’ fatal shores our army met its end. GHOST OF DARIUS. Which of my children led our host to Athens? speak and say. ATOSSA. The froward Xerxes, leaving all our realm to disarray. GHOST OF DARIUS. Was it with army or with fleet on folly’s quest he went? ATOSSA. With both alike, a twofold front of double armament. GHOST OF DARIUS. And how then did so large a host on foot pass o’er the sea? ATOSSA. He bridged the ford of Helle’s strait by artful carpentry. GHOST OF DARIUS. How? could his craft avail to span the torrent of that tide?