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。