The keel-plowed sand he scans with inward eye,
And now he hears the sound of many myriads
Rushing along in thundering onset by.
Bright ’mid the serried spears he sees Peleides,
The sons of Atreus, Diomed’s swift car,
The goddess-born, and Hector, and the Xanthus,
Rolling his red and spumy waves afar.
He marks the brief recoil, the fiercer onset,
The struggling waver of the deathful shock,
And hosts convulsed around each god-like hero,