He said. The admiring Greeks with loud applause
All praised the speech of warlike Diomede,
And answer thus the King of men return’d.
Idæus! thou hast witness’d the resolve480
Of the Achaian Chiefs, whose choice is mine.
But for the slain, I shall not envy them
A funeral pile; the spirit fled, delay
Suits not. Last rites can not too soon be paid.
Burn them. And let high-thundering Jove attest485
Himself mine oath, that war shall cease the while.
So saying, he to all the Gods upraised
His sceptre, and Idæus homeward sped
To sacred Ilium. The Dardanians there
And Trojans, all assembled, his return490
Expected anxious. He amid them told
Distinct his errand, when, at once dissolved,
The whole assembly rose, these to collect
The scatter’d bodies, those to gather wood;
While on the other side, the Greeks arose495
As sudden, and all issuing from the fleet
Sought fuel, some, and some, the scatter’d dead.
Now from the gently-swelling flood profound
The sun arising, with his earliest rays
In his ascent to heaven smote on the fields.500
When Greeks and Trojans met. Scarce could the slain
Be clear distinguish’d, but they cleansed from each
His clotted gore with water, and warm tears
Distilling copious, heaved them to the wains.
But wailing none was heard, for such command505
Had Priam issued; therefore heaping high
The bodies, silent and with sorrowing hearts
They burn’d them, and to sacred Troy return’d.
The Grecians also, on the funeral pile
The bodies heaping sad, burn’d them with fire510
Together, and return’d into the fleet.
Then, ere the peep of dawn, and while the veil
Of night, though thinner, still o’erhung the earth,
Achaians, chosen from the rest, the pile
Encompass’d. With a tomb (one tomb for all)515
They crown’d the spot adust, and to the tomb
(For safety of their fleet and of themselves)
Strong fortress added of high wall and tower,
With solid gates affording egress thence
Commodious to the mounted charioteer;520
Deep foss and broad they also dug without,
And planted it with piles. So toil’d the Greeks.
The Gods, that mighty labor, from beside
The Thunderer’s throne with admiration view’d,
When Neptune, shaker of the shores, began.525
Eternal father! is there on the face
Of all the boundless earth one mortal man
Who will, in times to come, consult with heaven?
See’st thou yon height of wall, and yon deep trench
With which the Grecians have their fleet inclosed,530
And, careless of our blessing, hecatomb
Or invocation have presented none?
Far as the day-spring shoots herself abroad,
So far the glory of this work shall spread,
While Phœbus and myself, who, toiling hard,535
Built walls for king Laomedon, shall see
Forgotten all the labor of our hands.
To whom, indignant, thus high-thundering Jove.
Oh thou, who shakest the solid earth at will,
What hast thou spoken? An inferior power,540
A god of less sufficiency than thou,
Might be allowed some fear from such a cause.
Fear not. Where’er the morning shoots her beams,
Thy glory shall be known; and when the Greeks
Shall seek their country through the waves again,545
Then break this bulwark down, submerge it whole,
And spreading deep with sand the spacious shore
As at the first, leave not a trace behind.
Such conference held the Gods; and now the sun
Went down, and, that great work perform’d, the Greeks550
From tent to tent slaughter’d the fatted ox
And ate their evening cheer. Meantime arrived
Large fleet with Lemnian wine; Euneus, son
Of Jason and Hypsipile, that fleet
From Lemnos freighted, and had stow’d on board555
A thousand measures from the rest apart
For the Atridæ; but the host at large
By traffic were supplied; some barter’d brass,
Others bright steel; some purchased wine with hides,
These with their cattle, with their captives those,560
And the whole host prepared a glad regale.
All night the Grecians feasted, and the host
Of Ilium, and all night deep-planning Jove
Portended dire calamities to both,
Thundering tremendous!—Pale was every cheek;565
Each pour’d his goblet on the ground, nor dared
The hardiest drink, till he had first perform’d
Libation meet to the Saturnian King
Omnipotent; then, all retiring, sought
Their couches, and partook the gift of sleep.570