THE ATHENA RELIEF
Aristides E. (Aristides Evangelus) Phoutrides translation
Why leanest thou on idle spear? Why is thy dreadful helmet bent Heavy upon thy breast, O virgin? What sorrow is so great, O thought,
As to touch thee? Are there no more Of thunder-bearing enemies To yield thee trophies new? No pomp Athenian to guide thy ship
On to the sacred Rock? I see Some pain holds Pallas fixed upon A gravestone. Some great blow moves her:
Is it thy sacred city's loss, Or seest thou all Greece—alas— Of now and yesterday entombed?
1896.