Mark you this dust beneath the wall?—
Well, sir, what of it?—hark, ’tis said
That, as Eumæus took last night
The axes from their rank o’erhead,
He saw a strange and fearful sight;
For all the arms, which never yet
Had been disturbed where they were set
By good Ulysses years ago,
Crumbled before his eyes; and lo!
Spear, helm, and shield, without a sound,