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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ring Of Polycrates - A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon his battlements he stood,<br>And downward gazed in joyous mood,<br> On Samos' Isle, that owned his sway,<br>"All this is subject to my yoke;"<br>To Egypt's monarch thus he spoke,--<br> "That I am truly blest, then, say!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The immortals' favor thou hast known!<br>Thy sceptre's might has overthrown<br> All those who once were like to thee.<br>Yet to avenge them one lives still;<br>I cannot call thee blest, until<br> That dreaded foe has ceased to be."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While to these words the king gave vent,<br>A herald from Miletus sent,<br> Appeared before the tyrant there:<br>"Lord, let thy incense rise to-day,<br>And with the laurel branches gay<br> Thou well may'st crown thy festive hair!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thy foe has sunk beneath the spear,--<br>I'm sent to bear the glad news here,<br> By thy true marshal Polydore"--<br>Then from a basin black he takes--<br>The fearful sight their terror wakes--<br> A well-known head, besmeared with gore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king with horror stepped aside,<br>And then with anxious look replied:<br> "Thy bliss to fortune ne'er commit.<br>On faithless waves, bethink thee how<br>Thy fleet with doubtful fate swims now--<br> How soon the storm may scatter it!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ere he yet had spoke the word,<br>A shout of jubilee is heard<br> Resounding from the distant strand.<br>With foreign treasures teeming o'er,<br>The vessels' mast-rich wood once more<br> Returns home to its native land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guest then speaks with startled mind:<br>"Fortune to-day, in truth, seems kind;<br> But thou her fickleness shouldst fear:<br>The Cretan hordes, well skilled, in arms,<br>Now threaten thee with war's alarms;<br> E'en now they are approaching here."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, ere the word has 'scaped his lips,<br>A stir is seen amongst the ships,<br> And thousand voices "Victory!" cry:<br>"We are delivered from our foe,<br>The storm has laid the Cretan low,<br> The war is ended, is gone by!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shout with horror hears the guest:<br>"In truth, I must esteem thee blest!<br> Yet dread I the decrees of heaven.<br>The envy of the gods I fear;<br>To taste of unmixed rapture here<br> Is never to a mortal given."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"With me, too, everything succeeds;<br>In all my sovereign acts and deeds<br> The grace of Heaven is ever by;<br>And yet I had a well-loved heir--<br>I paid my debt to fortune there--<br> God took him hence--I saw him die."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Wouldst thou from sorrow, then, be free.<br>Pray to each unseen Deity,<br> For thy well-being, grief to send;<br>The man on whom the Gods bestow<br>Their gifts with hands that overflow,<br> Comes never to a happy end."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And if the Gods thy prayer resist,<br>Then to a friend's instruction list,--<br> Invoke thyself adversity;<br>And what, of all thy treasures bright,<br>Gives to thy heart the most delight--<br> That take and cast thou in the sea!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then speaks the other, moved by fear:<br>"This ring to me is far most dear<br> Of all this isle within it knows--<br>I to the furies pledge it now,<br>If they will happiness allow"--<br> And in the flood the gem he throws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with the morrow's earliest light,<br>Appeared before the monarch's sight<br> A fisherman, all joyously;<br>"Lord, I this fish just now have caught,<br>No net before e'er held the sort;<br> And as a gift I bring it thee."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fish was opened by the cook,<br>Who suddenly, with wondering look,<br> Runs up, and utters these glad sounds:<br>"Within the fish's maw, behold,<br>I've found, great lord, thy ring of gold!<br> Thy fortune truly knows no bounds!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guest with terror turned away:<br>"I cannot here, then, longer stay,--<br> My friend thou canst no longer be!<br>The gods have willed that thou shouldst die:<br>Lest I, too, perish, I must fly"--<br> He spoke,--and sailed thence hastily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393429" data-title="The Ring Of Polycrates - 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