text:  "Let cowards keep within their holds and on peril fear to run! Such shame " quoth he "is not for me fair Fortune's favourite son!" Yet still the maiden did repeat her melancholy strain-- "I ne'er shall see my father's fleet come sailing home again!" The monarch call'd his seamen good they muster'd on the shore Waved in the gale the snow-white sail and dash'd the sparkling oar; But by the flood that maiden stood--loud rose her piteous cry-- "Oh! go not forth my dear dear sire--oh go not forth to die!" A frown was on that monarch's brow and he said as he turn'd away "Full soon shall Samos' lord return to Samos' lovely bay; But thou shalt aye a maiden lone within my courts abide-- No chief of fame shall ever claim my daughter for his bride! "A long long maidenhood to thee thy prophet tongue hath given--" "Oh would my sire " that maid replied "such were the will of Heaven! Though I a loveless maiden lone must evermore remain Still let me hear that voice so dear in my native isle again!" 'Twas all in vain that warning strain--the king has crost the tide-- But never more off Samos shore his bark was seen to ride! The Satrap false his life has ta'en that monarch bold and free And his limbs are black'ning in the blast nail'd to the gallows-tree! That night the rain came down apace and wash'd each gory stain But the sun's bright ray the next noonday glared fiercely on the slain; And the oozing gore began once more from his wounded sides to run; Good-sooth that form was bathed by Jove and anointed by the Sun! MODERN PAINTERS