Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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LXXIII
AT THE ISTHMIAN GAMES
We crown thee, Hero, not for strength alone;
That were a meed unworthy thy desert.
Strength in the base is objectless, inert,
Or strained to keep some passion on its throne.
We crown thee rather, for that thou hast shown
How fair thy prowess, and how fitly girt
With laurel is the strength which does no hurt
To the heart's image of ideal tone.
Rough men our eyes have wondered at ere now,
Who ran with wingèd feet as thou hast run;
Others we know—tall youths with graceful brow
Inviting wreaths of bay, yet wearing none
Because their feet move sluggishly. But thou
Hast given us strength and beauty joined in one.
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