  Thou wonder of the warrior prow, Supreme, immortal Victory! Before thy majesty I bow And all my soul flames forth to thee! Within the shadow of thy wings A thousand voices sound for me; In far, tumultuous murmurings, I catch the echo of the sea; The salty surge that rolls more near, Till loud and clear In mighty thunder tones I hear The rush of old Ægean tides, The bright, white waves that from the shore Sweep seaward with unceasing roar; In dawning skies the day-star guides, Across the surf the seabirds call, Whilst white and tall With swift sails swelling over all, The shield-hung warship rides. And like the heaven-born dreams that soar From hero spirits, eagle-wise, And urge to deeds of great emprise And fly before No goal but victory, even so, Above the restless breakers’ roar, Upon the high cliff evermore Thou standest with bright wings outspread, In all thy fresh-wrought godlihead, Beloved of the conqueror! And as I gaze I seem to trace The features of thy fearless face, The matchless marvel of its grace That like a star Across the seas of Samothrace Shone forth afar; I hear the southern winds intone Whilst backward blown Thy trailing garments, fluttering From out the slender girdle, cling About thy limbs and so confess Their lines of perfect loveliness; Then suddenly o’er everything Great shouts and martial echoes ring! I see thee, storm-like, rushing past Thy hand upon the carven mast, And harken whilst thy proud lips fling The loud, triumphal trumpet blast! O glorious image! what if time Hath smitten with ungentle touch Thy perfect beauty? Still sublime Thou art a conqueror, and still All men unite to name thee such! Before thee all my pulses thrill, O Victory, Lead, lead but thou mine eager will, I follow fast and far until Some day my ship shall harbor thee!
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