WERNER'S Readings and Recitations. PHEIDIPPIDES. ROBERT BROWNING. [Athens is attacked by Persia, and sends Pheidippides, the great Athenian runner, to Sparta to declare the fact, and solicit aid. This, Sparta cruelly refuses, and Pheidippides returns. On his way back, he is met by the god Pan, who kindly offers to assist Athens, and says he will also reward the brave runner according to his deserts.] RCHONS of Athens, topped by the tettix, see, I return! See, 'tis myself here standing alive, no spectre, that speaks! Crowned with the myrtle, did you command me, Athens and you, "Run, Pheidippides, run and race, reach Sparta for aid! Persia has come, we are here, where is she?" Your command I obeyed, Ran and raced; like stubble, some field which a fire runs through, Was the space between city and city; two days, two nights did I burn Over the hills, under the dales, down pits and up peaks. Into their midst I broke; breath served but for "Persia has come! Answer me quick, what help, what hand do you stretch o'er destruction's brink? How-when? No care for my limbs! there is lightning in all and some, Fresh and fit your message to bear, once lips give it birth!" O my Athens-Sparta love thee? Did Sparta respond? Persia has come, Athens asks aid, and still they debate? Thunder, thou Zeus! Athene, are Spartans a quarry beyond Swing of thy spear? must!" Phoibos and Artemis, clang them, "Ye Friends, look you here! Lo, their answer at last! "Has Persia come,-does Athens ask aid,-may Sparta befriend? Athens, except for that sparkle,—thy name, I had mouldered to ash! That sent a blaze through my blood; off, off and away was I back, Vain was the filleted victim, the fulsome libation! Too rash. Such my cry as, rapid I ran o'er Parnes' ridge; There in the cool of a cleft, sat he-majestical Pan! Ivy-drooped wanton, kissed his head, moss-cushioned his hoof; As under the human trunk, the goat-thighs I saw. "Hither to me! Why pale in my presence?" he gracious began: "How is it,-Athens, only in Hellas, holds me aloof? "Athens, she only, rears me no fane, makes me no feast! 66 the bold.' 'Say Pan saith: 'Let this, foreshowing the place, be the pledge'!” (Gay, the liberal hand held out this herbage I bear Fennel,-whatever it bode-I grasped it a-tremble with dew) "While as for thee, . . "But enough! He was gone. If I ran hitherto Be sure that, the rest of my journey, I ran no longer but flew. Here am I back. Praise Pan, we stand no more on the razor's edge! Fan for Athens! Pan for me! myself have a guerdon too! Then Miltiades spoke: "And thee, best runner of Greece, His eyes from the ground, it seemed as he gathered the rest of his strength Into the utterance-" Pan spoke thus: "For what thou hast done Count on a worthy reward! Henceforth be allowed thee release From the racer's toil, no vulgar reward in praise or in pelf!' my mind! "I am bold to believe, Pan means reward the most to Unforeseeing one! Yes he fought on the Marathon day; Run, Pheidippides, one race more! the meed is thy due! So, to this day, when friend meets friend, the word of salute He saw the land saved he had helped to save, and was suffered to tell So to end gloriously-once to shout, thereafter be mute: "Athens is saved!"-Pheidippides dies in the shout for his meed. |