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The Spartans stone the walls and shout:
โAthenians, come fight! Come out!
We raise no walls; we fear no foes,
And our contempt for you, it grows!โ
Athenians are in lock-down.
They singly stroll about the town.
They hear the Spartans call outside.
Behind their walls they safely hide.
The blackened ground no longer yields,
As Spartans burn Athenian fields.
The silver and the gold run out.
Athenians begin to doubt.
These are the early years of war.
There are much crueler years in store.
The Spartans very soon take wing;
But theyโll be marching back in spring.
โ D.N. OโBrien