XIII。
Andonce，whenwoundedchiefstheirtentsdidkeep，AndonlyAiasmighthisweaponswield，CameHectorwithhishost，andsmitingdeep，Brakebowandspear，brakeaxeandglaiveandshield，Bulwarkandbattlementmustrendandyield，AndbytheshipshesmotethefoeandcastFireontheships;ando’erthestrickenfield，TheTrojanssawthatflameariseatlast！
XIV。
ButwhenAchillessawthesoaringflame，Andknewtheshipsinperil，suddenlyAchangeuponhiswrathfulspiritcame，Norwill’dhethattheDanaansshoulddie:
Butcall’dhisMyrmidons，andwithacryTheyfollow’dwhere，likefoamonasea—wavePatroclus’crestwasdancing，whiteandhigh，AbovethetidethatbacktheTrojansdrave。
XV。
Butlikearockamidtheshiftingsands，Andchangingsprings，andtumultofthedeep，Sarpedonstood，till’neathPatroclus’hands，Smittenhefell;thenDeathandgentleSleepBarehimfromforththebattletothesteepWhereshineshiscastleo’ertheLyciandell;
Therehathheburialdue，whileallfolkweepAroundthekindlyPrincethatlovedthemwell。
XVI。
Notunavengedhefell，norallaloneToHadesdidhissoulindignantfly，ForsoonwaskeenPatroclusoverthrownByHector，andtheGodofarchery;
AndHectorstripp’dhisshiningpanoply，BrightarmsAchilleslent:ah！nakedthen，Forgetfulwhollyofhischivalry，Patrocluslay，norheardthestrifeofmen。
XVII。
ThenHectorfromthewaralittlespaceWithdrew，andcladhiminAchilles’gear，Andbracedthegleaminghelmetonhisface，Anddonn’dthecorslet，andthatmightyspearHegrasped——thelancethatmakestheboldestfear;
Andhomehiscomradesbarehisarmsofgold，ThosePriamoncehadworn，hisfatherdear，Butinhisfather’sarmshewaxednotold！
XVIII。
ThenroundPatroclus’body，likeatideThatstormstheswollenoutletofastreamWhenthewindsblow，andtherainsfall，andwideTheriverruns，andwhitethebreakersgleam，—
TrojansandArgivesbattledtillthebeamOfHelioswassinkingtothewave，Andnowtheynear’dtheships:yetfewcoulddeemThatarmsofArgosmightthebodysave。
XIX。
ButeventhenthetidingssorewereborneTogreatAchilles，ofPatroclusdead，Andallhisgoodlyraimenthathhetorn，Andcastthedustuponhisgoldenhead，Andmanyatearandbitterdidheshed。
Ay;therebyhisownswordhadhebeenslain，ButswifthisGoddess—mother，Thetis，spedForthwithherlovelysea—nymphsfromthemain。
XX。
For，asamotherwhenheryoungchildcallsHearkenstothat，andhathnoothercare:
SoThetis，fromhergreenandwindlesshallsRose，atthefirstwordofAchilles’prayer，Tocomforthim，andpromisegiftsoffairNewarmourwroughtbyanimmortalhand;
Thenlikeasilvercloudshescaledtheair，WherebrightthedwellingsofOlympusstand。
XXI。
But，asabeaconfroma’leaguer’dtownWithinasea—girtisle，leapssuddenly，Acloudbyday;butwhenthesungoesdown，Thetonguesoffireflashout，andsoaronhigh，TosummonwarlikementhatdwelltherebyAndbidthembringarescueover—seas，—
SonowAthenesentaflametoflyFrombrowandtemplesofAeacides。
XXII。
Thenallunarm’dhesped，andthroughthethrong，Hepass’dtothedyke’sedge，beyondthewall，Norleap’dtheranksoffightingmenamong，Butshoutedclearerthantheclarion’scallWhenfoesonabeleaguer’dcityfall。
Threetimeshecried，andterrorfellontheseThatheardhim;andtheTrojans，oneandall，FledfromthatshoutingofAeacides。
XXIII。
BackwardtheTrojansreel’dinheadlongflight，Chariotsandmen，andlefttheirbravestslain;
Andthesunfell;hutTroythroughallthenightWatch’dbyherfiresupontheIlianplain，ForHectordidthesacredwallsdisdainOfIlios;norknewthatheshouldstandErenightreturn’d，andburialcraveinvain，Unarm’d，forsaken，atAchilles’hand。
XXIV。
ButallthatnightwithinhischamberhighHephaestusmadehisironanvilsring;
And，erethedawn，hadwroughtapanoply，Thegoodliesteverwornbymortalking。
ThistotheArgivecampdidThetisbring，Andwhenherchildhadprovedit，likethestarThatheraldsday，hewentforthsummoningThehostAchaeantodelightofwar。
XXV。
Andasamountaintorrentleavesitsbed，Andseawardsweepsthetoilsofmeninspate，Orasaforest—fire，thatoverheadBurnsintheboughs，athinginsatiate，SoragedthefierceAchillesinhishate;
AndXanthus，angryforhisTrojansslain，Brakeforth，whilefireandwindmadedesolateWhatwarandwavehadsparedupontheplain。
XXVI。
NowthroughthefumeandvapourofthesmokeBetweenthewind’svoiceandthewater’scry，ThebattleshoutingoftheTrojansbroke，AndreachedtheIlianwallsconfusedly，Butoversoonthefolkthatwatch’dmightspyThinbrokenbandsthatfled，avoidingdeath，Yetmanyamanbeneaththespearmustdie，Erebythesacredgatewaytheydrewbreath。
XXVII。
AndaswhenfiredothonaforestfallAndhotwindsbearitraginginitsflight，Andbeechenboughs，andpinesareruin’dall，SoragedAchilles’angerinthatfight;
Andmanyanemptycar，withnonetosmiteThemadden’dhorses，o’erthebridgeofwarWaswildlywhirled，andmanyamaid’sdelightThatdaytotheredwolveswasdearerfar。
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XXVIII。
SomeMusethatlovednotTroyhathdonetheewrong，Homer！whowhisper’dtheethatHectorfledThriceroundthesacredwallshekeptsolong;
Nay，whenhesawhispeoplevanquishedAlonehestoodforTroy;alonehespedOnemoment，tothestruggleofthespear，And，bytheGodsdeserted，fellandbled，Awarriorstainlessofreproachandfear。
XXIX。
ThenallthepeoplefromthebattlementBeheldwhatdreadfulthingsAchilleswrought，Foronthebodyhisrevengehespent，TheangerofthehighGodsheedingnought，TowhomwasHectordearest，whilehefought，OfalltheTrojanmenthatweretheirjoy，ButnownomoretheirfavourmightbeboughtBysavourofhishecatombsinTroy。
XXX。
SofortwelvedaysrejoicedtheArgivehost，AndnowPatroclushathtoHadeswon，ButHectornakedlay，andstillhisghostMustwailwherewatersofCocytusrun;
TillPriamdidwhatnomanbornhathdone，WhodaredtopassamongtheArgivebands，Andclasp’dthekneesofhimthatslewhisson，Andkiss’dhisawfulhomicidalhands。
XXXI。
AtsuchapricewasHector’sbodysentToIlios，wherethewomenwail’dhimshrill;
AndHelen’ssorrowbrakeintolamentAsburstsalakethebarriersofahill，Forlost，lost，lostwasthatonefriendwhostillStoodbyherwithkindspeechandgentleheart，Theswordofwar，purefaith，andsteadfastwill，Thatstrovetokeepallevilthingsapart。
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XXXII。
AndsomenburiedHector。Buttheycame，TheAmazons，fromfrozenfieldsafar。
AmatchforheroesinthedreadfulgameOfspears，thedarlingsoftheGodofWar，WhosecomingwastoPriamdearerfarThanlighttohimthatisalongwhileblind，Whenleech’shandhathtaenawaythebarThatvex’dhim，orthehealingGodiskind;
XXXIII。
AndTroywasglad，andwiththemorninglightTheAmazonswentforthtoslayandslay;
Andwondrouslytheydravethefoeinflight，UntiltheSunhadwander’dhalfhisway;
Butwhenhestoop’dtotwilightandthegreyHourwhenmenloosethesteerbeneaththeyoke，NomoreAchillesheldhimfromthefray，Butdreadfulthroughthewomen’srankshebroke。
XXXIV。
Thencomeseclipseuponthecrescentshield，Anddeathonthemthatbearit，andtheyfallOnehere，onethere，aboutthestrickenfield，Asinthatart，ofLovememorial，WhichmouldersontheholyCarianwall。
Ay，stillwesee，stilllove，stillpitythereThewarrior—maids，sobrave，sogod—liketall，InTime’sdespiteimperishablyfair。
XXXV。
But，asadovethatbravesafalcon，stoodPenthesilea，wrathoutcastingfear，Orasahind，thatinthedarklingwoodWithstandsalionforheryounglingsdear;
SostoodthegirlbeforeAchilles’spear;
Invain，forsingingfromhishanditsped，Andcrash’dthroughshieldandbreastplatetillthesheerColdbronzedrankblood，anddownthequeenfelldead。
XXXVI。
ThenfromherlocksthehelmAchillestoreAndboastedo’ertheslain;butlo，thefaceOfherthuslyinginthedustandgoreSeem’dlovelierthanisthemaidengraceOfArtemis，whenwearyfromthechase，Shesleepethinahaunteddellunknown。
AndalltheArgivesmarvell’dforaspace，ButmostAchillesmadeaheavymoan:
XXXVII。
AndinhishearttherecamethewearythoughtOfallthatwas，andallthatmighthavebeen，Ofallthesorrowthathisswordhadwrought，OfDeaththatnowdrewnearhim:ofthegreenValesofLarissa，where，withsuchaqueen，Withsuchaloveasnowhisspearhadslain，Hehadbeenhappy，whomustwindtheskeinOfgrievouswars，andne’erbegladagain。
XXXVIII。
Yea，nowwax’dFatehalfwearyofhergame，Andhadnocarebutayetokillandkill，Andmanyyoungkingstothebattlecame，Andofthatjoytheyquicklyhadtheirfill，AndlastcameMemnon:andtheTrojansstillTookheart，likeweariedmarinersthatsee（Longtoss’donunknownwavesatthewinds’will）
ThroughcloudsthegleamingcrestofHelike。
XXXIX。
ForMemnonwasthechildofthebrightDawn，AGoddessweddedtoamortalking，WhodwellsforeverontheshoreswithdrawnThatborderonthelandofsun—rising;
AndhewasnurturednighthesacredspringThatisthehiddenfountainofallseas，BythemthatintheGods’owngardensing，Thelily—maidenscall’dHesperides。
XL。
ButhimthechildofThetisinthefightMetonawindywinterday，whenhighThedustwaswhirled，andwrapp’dthemlikethenightThatfallethonthemountainsstealthilyWhenthefloodscome，anddowntheircoursesdryThetorrentsroar，andlightningflashethfar:
Sorang，soshonetheirharnessterriblyBeneaththeblindingthunder—cloudofwar。
XLI。
ThentheDawnshudder’donhergoldenthrone，AndcalleduntotheWestWind，andheblewAndbrakethecloudasunder;andaloneAchillesstood，butMemnon，smittenthrough，LaybeautifulamidthedreadfuldewOfbattle，andadeathlessheartwasfainOftears，toGodsimpossible，thatdrewFrommortalheartsalittleoftheirpain。
XLII……
Butnow，theirleaderslain，theTrojansfled，AndfierceAchillesdrovetheminhishate，AvengingstillhisdearPatroclusdead，Norknewthehourwithhisowndoomwasgreat，Nortrembled，standingintheScaeangate，Whereancientprophecyforetoldhisfall;
ThensuddenlytherespedtheboltofFate，AndsmoteAchillesbytheIlianwall:
XLIII。
FromParis’bowitsped，andeventhere，Evenashegrasp’dtheskirtsofvictory，Achillesfell，noranymanmightdareFromforththeTrojangatewaytodrawnigh;
But，asthewoodmenwatchaliondie，Piercedwiththehunter’sarrow，norcomenearTillDeathhathveil’dhiseyelidsutterly，EvensotheTrojansheldaloofinfear。
XLIV。
ButtherehisfellowsonhiswondrousshieldLaidthefairbodyofAchillesslain，Andsadlybarehimthroughthetrampledfield，Andlo！thedeathlessmaidensofthemainRoseup，withThetis，fromthewindyplain，Androundthedeadmanbeautifultheycried，Lamenting，andwithmelancholystrainThesweet—voicedMusesmournfullyreplied。
XLV。
Yea，MusesandSea—maidenssanghisdirge，Andmightilythechantaroseandshrill，Andwondrousechoesanswer’dfromthesurgeOfthegreysea，andfromtheholyhillOfIda;andtheheavycloudsandchillWeregatheringlikemourners，sadandslow，AndZeusdidthundermightily，andfillThedellsandgladesofIdadeepwithsnow。
XLVI。
NowPariswasnotsatedwiththefameAndrichrewardTroygavehisarchery;
Buto’erthewineheboastedthatthegameThatverynighthedeem’dtowin，ordie;
\"Forscarcetheirwatchthetempestwilldefy，\"
Hesaid，\"andallundream’dofmightwego，AndfallupontheArgiveswheretheylie，Unseen，unheard，amidthesilentsnow。\"
XLVII。
So，flush’dwithwine，andcladinraimentwhiteAbovetheirmail，theyoungmenfollow’dhim，Theirguideafadingcamp—fireinthenight，Andthesea’smoaninginthedistancedim。
Andstillwitheddyingsnowtheairdidswim，Anddarklydidtheywendtheyknewnotwhere，Whiteinthatcursednight:anarmygrim，’Wilder’dwithwine，andblindwithwhirlingair。
XLVIII。
TherewasanoutcastintheArgivehost，OnePhiloctetes;whomOdysseus’wile，（For，savehehelp’d，theLeaguerallwaslost，）
DrewfromhislairwithintheLemnianisle。
Buthimthepeople，asalepervile，Hated，anddravetoalonehutafar，Forwoundedsorewashe，andmanyawhileHiscrieswouldwakethehostforedonewithwar。
XLIX。
NowPhilocteteswasanarcherwight;
ButinhisquiverhadhelittlestoreOfarrowstipp’dwithbronze，andfeather’dbright;
Nay，hiswerebluewithmould，andfrettedo’erWithmanyaspellMelampuswroughtofyore，Singingabovehistaskasongofbane;
Andtheywerevenom’dwiththeCentaur’sgore，Andtipp’dwithbonesofmenalongwhileslain。
L。
Thiswretchforverypainmightseldomsleep，Andthatnightsleptnot:inthemoaningblastHedeem’dthedeadabouthishutdidcreep，Andsilentlyherose，androundhimcastHisraimentfoul，andfromthedoorhepass’d，Andpeer’dintothenight，andsoothlyheardAwhisper’dvoice;thengripp’dhisarrowsfastAndstrunghisbow，andcriedabitterword:
LI。
\"Artthouagibberingghostwithwaroutworn，AndthyfaintlifeinHadesnotbegun？
Artthouamanthatholdstmygriefinscorn，Andyetdostlive，andlookuponthesun？
Ifman，——methinksthypleasantdaysaredone，Andthoushaltwritheintormentworsethanmine;
Ifghost，——newpaininHadeshastthouwon，Andtherewithdoublewoeshaltsurelypine。\"
LII。
Hespake，anddrewthestring，andsentashaftAtventurethroughthemidnightandthesnow，Alittlewhilehelisten’d，thenhelaugh’dWithinhimself，adreadfullaughandlow;
ForoverwelltheanswerdidheknowThatmidnightgavehismessage，thesharpcryAndarmourrattlingonafallenfoeThatnowwaslearningwhatitistodie。
LIII。
ThenPhiloctetescrawl’dintohisdenAndhugg’dhimselfagainstthebittercold，WhileroundtheirleadercametheTrojanmenAndboundhiswound，andbarehimo’erthewold，BacktothelightsofIlios;butthegoldOfDawnwasbreakingonthemountainswhite，Oreretheywonwithintheguardedfold，Long’wilder’dinthetempestandthenight。
LIV。
Andthroughthegate，andthroughthesilentstreet，Andhouseswheremendream’dofwarnomore，Thebearerswander’dwiththeirwearyfeet，AndParistohishigh—roof’dhousetheybore。
Butvainlyleechesonhiswounddidpore，AndvainwasArgiveHelen’smagicsong，Ah，vainherhealinghands，andallherlore，Tohelpthelifethatwroughtherendlesswrong。
LV。
Slowpass’dthefever’dhours，untilthegreyColdlightwaspaling，andasullenglowOflividyellowcrown’dthedyingday，Andbroodedonthewastesofmournfulsnow。
ThenPariswhisper’dfaintly，\"ImustgoAndfacethatwildwood—maidenofthehill;
FornonebutshecanwinfromoverthrowTroy’slife，andminethatguardsit，ifshewill。\"
LVI。
Sothroughthedumbwhitemeadows，deepwithsnow，Theyborehimonapalletshroudedwhite，Andsoretheydreadedlestanambush’dfoeShouldhearhimmoan，ormarkthemovinglightThatwavedbeforetheirfootstepsinthenight;
Andmuchtheyjoy’dwhenIda’skneeswerewon，And’neaththepinesuponanuplandheight，Theywatch’dthestarthatheraldeththesun。
LVII。
Forunderwovenbranchesofthepine，Thesoftdryneedleslikeacarpetspread，AndhighabovethearchingboughsdidshineInfrostyfretofsilver，thattheredNewdawnfiredintogold—workoverhead:
WithinthatvalewhereParisofthadbeenWithfairOEnone，erethehillshefledTobethesinfulloverofaQueen。
LVIII。
NotheretheyfoundOEnone:\"Nay，nothere，\"
SaidParis，faintandlow，\"shallshebefound;
Nay，bearmeupthemountain，wherethedrearWindswalkforeveronahauntedground。
MethinksIhearhersighingintheirsound;
OrsomeGodcallsmethere，adyingman。
PerchancemylatestjourneyingisboundBackwherethesorrowofmylifebegan。\"
LIX。
Theyreach’dthegatewayofthathighestglenAndhalted，wond’ringwhattheendshouldbe;
ButPariswhisper’dHelen，whilehismenFellback:\"HerejudgedIGods，hereshaltthouseeWhatjudgmentmineoldlovewillpassonme。
Buthidetheehere;thousoontheendshaltknow，WhethertheGodsatlengthwillsettheefreeFromthatoldnettheywovesolongago。\"
LX。
Ah，therewithwidesnowsroundherlikeapall，OEnonecrouch’dinsablerobes;asstillAsWinterbroodingo’ertheSummer’sfall，OrNiobeuponherhauntedhill，Awomanchangedtostonebygrief，wherechillTherain—dropsfallliketears，andthewindsighs:
AndParisdeem’dhesawadeadlywillUnmovedinwildOEnone’sfrozeneyes。
LXI。
\"Nay，prayertoherwerevainasprayertoFate，\"
Hemurmur’d，almostgladthatitwasso，Likesomesickmanthatneednolongerwait，ButhispainlullsasDeathdrawsnearhiswoe。
AndParisbeckon’dtohismen，andslowTheyborehimdyingfromthatfatalplace，Anddidnotturnagain，anddidnotknowThesoftrepentanceonOEnone’sface。
LXII。
ButParisspaketoHelen:\"Longago，Dear，wewereglad，whonevermoreshallbeTogether，wherethewestwindsfainterblowRoundthatElysianislandofthesea，WhereZeusfromevildaysshallsettheefree。
Nay，kissmeonce，itisawearywhile，Tenwearyyearssincethouhastsmiledonme，But，Helen，saygood—bye，withthineoldsmile！\"
LXIII。
AndasthedyingsunsetthroughtherainWillflushwithrosyglowamountainheight，Evenso，athislastsmile，ablushagainPass’doverHelen’sface，sochangedandwhite;
Andthroughhertearsshesmiled，hislastdelight，Thelastofpleasantlifeheknew，forgreyTheveilofdarknessgather’d，andthenightClosedo’erhishead，andParispass’daway。