Far from his native land he died;
And now within a common tomb,620
'Midst unknown ghosts, he lies at rest.
In wrathful memory of her king
Lost on the sea, did Aulis then
Within her sluggish harbor hold
The impatient ships.
Then he, the tuneful Muse's son,625
At whose sweet strains the streams stood still,
The winds were silent, and the birds,