text: _ Sophocles With that king's look which down the trees Follow'd the dark effigies "Of the lost Theban! Hesiod old Who somewhat blind and deaf and cold Cared most for gods and bulls! and bold "Electric Pindar quick as fear With race-dust on his checks and clear Slant startled eyes that seem to hear "The chariot rounding the last goal To hurtle past it in his soul! And Sappho crown'd with aureole "Of ebon curls on calmed brows-- O poet-woman! none forgoes The leap attaining the repose! "Theocritus with glittering locks Dropt sideway as betwixt the rocks He watch'd the visionary flocks! "And Aristophanes! who took The world with mirth and laughter-struck The hollow caves of Thought and woke "The infinite echoes hid in each