I love the work of Simonides, well that which I can find, anyway.
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Danae & Perseus

.... when in the wrought chest
the wind bowing over
and the sea heaving
struck her with fear, her cheeks not dry,
she put her arm over Perseus and spoke: My child
such trouble I have.
And you sleep, your heart is placid;
you dream in the joyless wood;
in the night nailed in bronze,
in the blue dark you like still and shine.
The salt water that towers above your head
as the wave goes by you
heed not, nor the wind's voice; you press
your bright face to the red blanket.
If this danger were danger to you
your small ear will attend my words.
But I tell you: Sleep, my baby, and let the sea sleep, let
our trouble sleep; let some change appear

Zeus, father, from you.
This bold word and beyond justice
I speak, I pray you, forgive it me.

--- Trans. Richard Lattimore