Achilles! moderate thy dismay, fear nought.340
In us behold, in Pallas and in me,
Effectual aids, and with consent of Jove;
For to be vanquish’d by a River’s force
Is not thy doom. This foe shall soon be quell’d;
Thine eyes shall see it. Let our counsel rule345
Thy deed, and all is well. Cease not from war
Till fast within proud Ilium’s walls her host
Again be prison’d, all who shall escape;
Then (Hector slain) to the Achaian fleet
Return; we make the glorious victory thine.350
So they, and both departing sought the skies.
Then, animated by the voice divine,
He moved toward the plain now all o’erspread
By the vast flood on which the bodies swam
And shields of many a youth in battle slain.355
He leap’d, he waded, and the current stemm’d
Right onward, by the flood in vain opposed,
With such might Pallas fill’d him. Nor his rage
Scamander aught repress’d, but still the more
Incensed against Achilles, curl’d aloft360
His waters, and on Simoïs call’d aloud.
Brother! oh let us with united force
Check, if we may, this warrior; he shall else
Soon lay the lofty towers of Priam low,
Whose host appall’d, defend them now no more.365
Haste—succor me—thy channel fill with streams
From all thy fountains; call thy torrents down;
Lift high the waters; mingle trees and stones
With uproar wild, that we may quell the force
Of this dread Chief triumphant now, and fill’d370
With projects that might more beseem a God.
But vain shall be his strength, his beauty nought
Shall profit him or his resplendent arms,
For I will bury them in slime and ooze,
And I will overwhelm himself with soil,375
Sands heaping o’er him and around him sands
Infinite, that no Greek shall find his bones
For ever, in my bottom deep immersed.
There shall his tomb be piled, nor other earth,
At his last rites, his friends shall need for him.380
He said, and lifting high his angry tide
Vortiginous, against Achilles hurl’d,
Roaring, the foam, the bodies, and the blood;
Then all his sable waves divine again
Accumulating, bore him swift along.385
Shriek’d Juno at that sight, terrified lest
Achilles in the whirling deluge sunk
Should perish, and to Vulcan quick exclaim’d.
Vulcan, my son, arise; for we account
Xanthus well able to contend with thee.390
Give instant succor; show forth all thy fires.
Myself will haste to call the rapid South
And Zephyrus, that tempests from the sea
Blowing, thou may’st both arms and dead consume
With hideous conflagration. Burn along395
The banks of Xanthus, fire his trees and him
Seize also. Let him by no specious guile
Of flattery soothe thee, or by threats appall,
Nor slack thy furious fires till with a shout
I give command, then bid them cease to blaze.400
She spake, and Vulcan at her word his fires
Shot dreadful forth; first, kindling on the field,
He burn’d the bodies strew’d numerous around
Slain by Achilles; arid grew the earth
And the flood ceased. As when a sprightly breeze405
Autumnal blowing from the North, at once
Dries the new-water’d garden,[7] gladdening him
Who tills the soil, so was the champain dried;
The dead consumed, against the River, next,
He turn’d the fierceness of his glittering fires.410
Willows and tamarisks and elms he burn’d,
Burn’d lotus, rushes, reeds; all plants and herbs
That clothed profuse the margin of his flood.
His eels and fishes, whether wont to dwell
In gulfs beneath, or tumble in the stream,415
All languish’d while the artist of the skies
Breath’d on them; even Xanthus lost, himself,
All force, and, suppliant, Vulcan thus address’d.
Oh Vulcan! none in heaven itself may cope
With thee. I yield to thy consuming fires.420
Cease, cease. I reck not if Achilles drive
Her citizens, this moment, forth from Troy,
For what are war and war’s concerns to me?
So spake he scorch’d, and all his waters boil’d.
As some huge caldron hisses urged by force425
Of circling fires and fill’d with melted lard,
The unctuous fluid overbubbling[8] streams
On all sides, while the dry wood flames beneath,
So Xanthus bubbled and his pleasant flood
Hiss’d in the fire, nor could he longer flow430
But check’d his current, with hot steams annoy’d
By Vulcan raised. His supplication, then,
Importunate to Juno thus he turn’d.
Ah Juno! why assails thy son my streams,
Hostile to me alone? Of all who aid435
The Trojans I am surely least to blame,
Yet even I desist if thou command;
And let thy son cease also; for I swear
That never will I from the Trojans turn
Their evil day, not even when the host440
Of Greece shall set all Ilium in a blaze.
He said, and by his oath pacified, thus
The white-arm’d Deity to Vulcan spake.