Song of the Thespian Dead
All speak of Sparta; their unconquered dead
Loom large in souls and mind of men;
With tales, so full of blood and dread.
Nor shall we see their kind again.
At Thermopylae they plied their trade
To fight and die in deadly shade.
But they were not the only Greeks
To raise proud shield ‘fore Persian foe.
And when retreat the Grecians seeked
The Thespians declined to go.
They stayed, and fought, and did their part
To paint that pass with gruesome art.
The Thespians paid dear to stay;
First all were slain, then Xerxes’ rage
Despol’d their lands, to make them pay
For refusing a collar and cage.
Though ‘King of Kings’ still lost his war.
And fled, broken, to Persian shore.
All know the name “Leonidas:”
The Spartan King who died so well.
But who speaks of Demophilus;
Which bards still speak of him as well?
- But Grecian life and ways remain;
Those unsung deaths were not in vain.