He spake, nor his request the towering son
Of Telamon denied, but quick his speech
To Ajax Oïliades address’d.
Ajax! abiding here, exhort ye both445
(Heroic Lycomedes and thyself)
The Greeks to battle. Thither I depart
To aid our friends, which service once perform’d
Duly, I will incontinent return.
So saying, the Telamonian Chief withdrew450
With whom went Teucer, son of the same sire,
Pandion also, bearing Teucer’s bow.
Arriving at the turret given in charge
To the bold Chief Menestheus, and the wall
Entering, they found their friends all sharply tried.455
Black as a storm the senators renown’d
And leaders of the Lycian host assail’d
Buttress and tower, while opposite the Greeks
Withstood them, and the battle-shout began.
First, Ajax, son of Telamon, a friend460
And fellow-warrior of Sarpedon slew,
Epicles. With a marble fragment huge
That crown’d the battlement’s interior side,
He smote him. No man of our puny race,
Although in prime of youth, had with both hands465
That weight sustain’d; but he the cumberous mass
Uplifted high, and hurl’d it on his head.
It burst his helmet, and his batter’d skull
Dash’d from all form. He from the lofty tower
Dropp’d downright, with a diver’s plunge, and died.470
But Teucer wounded Glaucus with a shaft
Son of Hippolochus; he, climbing, bared
His arm, which Teucer, marking, from the wall
Transfix’d it, and his onset fierce repress’d;
For with a backward leap Glaucus withdrew475
Sudden and silent, cautious lest the Greeks
Seeing him wounded should insult his pain.
Grief seized, at sight of his retiring friend,
Sarpedon, who forgat not yet the fight,
But piercing with his lance Alcmaon, son480
Of Thestor, suddenly reversed the beam,
Which following, Alcmaon to the earth
Fell prone, with clangor of his brazen arms.
Sarpedon, then, strenuous with both hands
Tugg’d, and down fell the battlement entire;485
The wall, dismantled at the summit, stood
A ruin, and wide chasm was open’d through.
Then Ajax him and Teucer at one time
Struck both; an arrow struck from Teucer’s bow
The belt that cross’d his bosom, by which hung490
His ample shield; yet lest his son should fall
Among the ships, Jove turn’d the death aside.
But Ajax, springing to his thrust, a spear
Drove through his shield. Sarpedon at the shock
With backward step short interval recoil’d,495
But not retired, for in his bosom lived
The hope of glory still, and, looking back
On all his godlike Lycians, he exclaim’d,
Oh Lycians! where is your heroic might?
Brave as I boast myself, I feel the task500
Arduous, through the breach made by myself
To win a passage to the ships, alone.
Follow me all—Most laborers, most dispatch.[4]
So he; at whose sharp reprimand abash’d
The embattled host to closer conflict moved,505
Obedient to their counsellor and King.
On the other side the Greeks within the wall
Made firm the phalanx, seeing urgent need;
Nor could the valiant Lycians through the breach
Admittance to the Grecian fleet obtain,510
Nor since they first approach’d it, had the Greeks
With all their efforts, thrust the Lycians back.
But as two claimants of one common field,
Each with his rod of measurement in hand,
Dispute the boundaries, litigating warm515
Their right in some small portion of the soil,
So they, divided by the barrier, struck
With hostile rage the bull-hide bucklers round,
And the light targets on each other’s breast.
Then many a wound the ruthless weapons made.520
Pierced through the unarm’d back, if any turn’d,
He died, and numerous even through the shield.
The battlements from end to end with blood
Of Grecians and of Trojans on both sides
Were sprinkled; yet no violence could move525
The stubborn Greeks, or turn their powers to flight.
So hung the war in balance, as the scales
Held by some woman scrupulously just,
A spinner; wool and weight she poises nice,
Hard-earning slender pittance for her babes,[5]530
Such was the poise in which the battle hung
Till Jove himself superior fame, at length,
To Priamëian Hector gave, who sprang
First through the wall. In lofty sounds that reach’d
Their utmost ranks, he call’d on all his host.535
Now press them, now ye Trojans steed-renown’d
Rush on! break through the Grecian rampart, hurl
At once devouring flames into the fleet.
Such was his exhortation; they his voice
All hearing, with close-order’d ranks direct540
Bore on the barrier, and up-swarming show’d
On the high battlement their glittering spears.
But Hector seized a stone; of ample base
But tapering to a point, before the gate
It stood. No two men, mightiest of a land545
(Such men as now are mighty) could with ease
Have heaved it from the earth up to a wain;
He swung it easily alone; so light
The son of Saturn made it in his hand.
As in one hand with ease the shepherd bears550
A ram’s fleece home, nor toils beneath the weight,
So Hector, right toward the planks of those
Majestic folding-gates, close-jointed, firm
And solid, bore the stone. Two bars within
Their corresponding force combined transvere555
To guard them, and one bolt secured the bars.
He stood fast by them, parting wide his feet
For ’vantage sake, and smote them in the midst.
He burst both hinges; inward fell the rock
Ponderous, and the portals roar’d; the bars560
Endured not, and the planks, riven by the force
Of that huge mass, flew scatter’d on all sides.
In leap’d the godlike Hero at the breach,
Gloomy as night in aspect, but in arms
All-dazzling, and he grasp’d two quivering spears.565
Him entering with a leap the gates, no force
Whate’er of opposition had repress’d,
Save of the Gods alone. Fire fill’d his eyes;
Turning, he bade the multitude without
Ascend the rampart; they his voice obey’d;570
Part climb’d the wall, part pour’d into the gate;
The Grecians to their hollow galleys flew
Scatter’d, and tumult infinite arose.[6]