text:  "The Satrap is my friend sweet child--my trusty friend is he-- The ruddy gold his coffers hold he shares it all with me; No more amid these clustering isles alone shall be my sway But Hellas wide from side to side thy empire shall obey! "And of all the maids of Hellas though they be rich and fair With the daughter of Polycrates oh! who shall then compare? Then dry thy tears--no idle fears should damp our joy to-day-- And let me see thee smile once more before I haste away!" "Oh! false would be the smile my sire that I should wear this morn For of all my country's daughters I shall soon be most forlorn; I know I know --ah thought of woe!--I ne'er shall see again My father's ship come sailing home across the Icarian main