Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Cheer — Aquileia
(1914)
“ Rose shrilly, filling all the air with cheer. "Lo!" quoth the foe, "our enemies rejoice!" Well might the Thracian giant quake with fear! For while skilled hands caught up the gleaming threads And bound them into cords, a hundred heads Yielded their beauteous tresses to the sword, And cast them down to swell the precious hoard. ”
