Not in the agony of that dread night,
Troy’s ruin, did I lose him from my sight;
On these shoulders bore I him ’mid the wreck,
Though all Hell’s hounds were barking at my back.
On my voyagings best of comrades he,
In mortal terrors, on every sea;
Minding nothing how elements might rage—
A heart that defied weaknesses of age!
Tell me the foemen that I would not dare
To see him once more, pain I would not bear.