For peril and adventure—or rank greed,
That had hid underground, from shame to break
“God’s Truce,” and keep the wondrous Babe awake,
Had been struggling to survive;
The spell is lifted; they live.
A fresh Argo will seek another Fleece;
Sin of a second Paris murder peace;
A new Achilles set streams in wroth flood
Rushing to the sea red with Trojan blood.
No more, Boy, know ye of it