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\nIlion<\/span><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\nBk-III<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNo, when the wrestlers meet and embrace in the mighty arena,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot at their sins and their virtues the high gods look in that trial;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich is the strongest, which is the subtlest, this they consider.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNay, there is none in the world to befriend save ourselves and our courage;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nProwess alone in the battle is virtue, skill in the fighting<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnly helps, the gods aid only the strong and the valiant.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPut forth your lives in the blow, you shall beat back the banded aggressors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNeither believe that for justice denied your subjects have left you<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor that for justice trampled Pallas and Hera abandon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTwo are the angels of God whom men worship, strength and enjoyment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto this life which the sunlight bounds and the greenness has cradled,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArmed with strength we have come; as our strength is, so is our joyance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat but for joyance is birth and what but for joyance is living?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut on this earth that is narrow, this stage that is crowded, increasing<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne on another we press. There is hunger for lands and for oxen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHorses and armour and gold desired; possession allures us<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdding always as field to field some fortunate farmer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHearts too and minds are our prey; we seize on men’s souls and their bodies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlaves to our works and desires that our hearts may bask golden in leisure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne on another we prey and one by another are mighty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is the world and we have not made it; if it is evil,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBlame first the gods; but for us, we must live by its laws or we perish.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPower is divine; divinest of all is power over mortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPower then the conqueror seeks and power the imperial nation,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven as luminous, passionless, wonderful, high over all things<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSit in their calmness the gods and oppressing our grief-tortured nations<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStamp their wills on the world. Nor less in our death-besieged natures<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGods are and altitudes. Earth resists, but my soul in me widens<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHelped by the toil behind and the agelong effort of Nature.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven in the worm is a god and it writhes for a form and an outlet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWorkings immortal obscurely struggling, hints of a godhead<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLabour to form in this clay a divinity. Hera widens,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPallas aspires in me, Phoebus in flames goes battling and singing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAres and Artemis chase through the fields of my soul in their hunting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLast in some hour of the Fates a Birth stands released and triumphant;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPoured by its deeds over earth it rejoices fulfilled in its splendour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nConscious dimly of births unfinished hid in our being<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nRest we cannot; a world cries in us for space and for fullness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFighting we strive by the spur of the gods who are in us and o’er us,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStamping our image on men and events to be Zeus or be Ares.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLove and the need of mastery, joy and the longing for greatness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRage like a fire unquenchable burning the world and creating,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor till humanity dies will they sink in the ashes of Nature.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll is injustice of love or all is injustice of battle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMan over woman, woman o’er man, over lover and foeman<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWrestling we strive to expand in our souls, to be wide, to be happy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIf thou wouldst only be just, then wherefore at all shouldst thou conquer?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot to be just, but to rule, though with kindness and high-seated mercy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTaking the world for our own and our will from our slaves and our subjects,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSmiting the proud and sparing the suppliant, Trojans, is conquest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tJustice was base of thy government? Vainly, O statesman, thou liest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf thou wert just, thou wouldst free thy slaves and be equal with all men.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuch were a dream of some sage at night when he muses in fancy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImaging freely a flawless world where none were afflicted,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo man inferior, all could sublimely equal and brothers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLive in a peace divine like the gods in their luminous regions.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis, O Antenor, were justice known but in words to us mortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut for the justice thou vauntest enslaving men to thy purpose,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSetting an iron yoke, nor regarding their need and their nature,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen to say I am just; I slay not, save by procedure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRob not save by law,’ is an outrage to Zeus and his creatures.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTerms are these feigned by the intellect making a pact with our yearnings,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLures of the sophist within us draping our passions with virtue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen thou art weak, thou art just, when thy subjects are strong and remember.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore, O Trojans, be firm in your will and, though all men abandon,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBow not your heads to reproach nor your hearts to the sin of repentance;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor you have done what the gods desired in your breasts and are blameless.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tProudly enjoy the earth that they gave you, enthroning their natures,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFight with the Greeks and the world and trample down the rebellious,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat you have lost, recover, nor yield to the hurricane passing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou cannot utterly die while the Power lives untired in your bosoms;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen ’tis withdrawn, not a moment of life can be added by virtue.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFaint not for helpers fled! Though your yoke had been mild as a father’s<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThey would have gone as swiftly. Strength men desire in their masters;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll men worship success and in failure and weakness abandon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot for his justice they clung to Teucer, but for their safety,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeeing in Troy a head and by barbarous foemen afflicted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFaint not, O Trojans, cease not from battle, persist in your labour!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConquer the Greeks, your allies shall be yours and fresh nations your
\nsubjects.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne care only lodge in your hearts, how to fight, how to conquer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPeace has smiled out of Phthia; a hand comes outstretched from the Hellene.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho would not join with the godlike? who would not grasp at Achilles?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere is a price for his gifts; it is such as Achilles should ask for,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNever this nation concede. O Antenor’s golden phrases<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGlorifying rest to the tired and confuting patience and courage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGarbed with a subtlety lax and the hopes that palliate surrender!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCharmed men applaud the skilful purpose, the dexterous speaker;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis they forget that a Force decides, not the wiles of the statesman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow let us yield,’ do you say, we will rise when our masters are weakened’?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNay, then, our master’s master shall find us an easy possession!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEasily nations bow to a yoke when their virtue relaxes;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHard is the breaking fetters once worn, for the virtue has perished.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHope you when custom has shaped men into the mould of a vileness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHugging their chains when the weak feel easier trampled than rising<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr though they groan, yet have heart nor strength for the anguish of effort,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen to cast down whom, armed and strong, you were mastered opposing?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEasy is lapse into uttermost hell, not easy salvation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr have you dreamed that Achilles, this son of the gods and the ocean,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAught else can be with the strong and the bold save pursuer or master?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tKnow you so little the mood of the mighty? Think you the lion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly will lick his prey, that his jaws will refrain from the banquet?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRest from thy bodings, Antenor! Not all the valour of Troya<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPerished with Hector, nor with Polydamas vision has left her;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTroy is not eager to slay her soul on a pyre of dishonour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill she has children left who remember the mood of their mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHelen none shall take from me living, gold not a drachma<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTravels from coffers of Priam to Greece. Let another and older<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPay down his wealth if he will and his daughters serve Menelaus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRather from Ilion I will go forth with my brothers and kinsmen;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTroy I will leave and her shame and live with my heart and my honour<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRefuged with lions on Ida or build in the highlands a city<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr in an isle of the seas or by dark-driven Pontic waters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDear are the halls of our childhood, dear are the fields of our fathers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet to the soul that is free no spot on the earth is an exile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRather wherever sunlight is bright, flowers bloom and the rivers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlow in their lucid streams to the Ocean, there is our country.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo will I live in my soul’s wide freedom, never in Troya<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShorn of my will and disgraced in my strength and the mock of my rivals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFirst had you yielded, shame at least had not stained your surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrength indulges the weak! But what Hector has fallen refusing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMen! what through ten loud years we denied with the spear for our answer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat what Trojan will ever renounce, though his city should perish?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOnce having fought we will fight to the end nor that end shall be evil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClamour the Argive spears on our walls? Are the ladders erected?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFar on the plain is their flight, on the farther side of the Xanthus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere are the deities hostile? Vainly the eyes of the tremblers<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSee them stalking vast in the ranks of the Greeks and the shoutings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDire of Poseidon they hear and are blind with the aegis of Pallas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho then sustained so long this Troy, if the gods are against her?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven the hills could not stand save upheld by their concert immortal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow not with Tydeus’ son, not now with Odysseus and Ajax<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrample the gods in the sound of their chariot-wheels, victory leading:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArgos falls red in her heaps to their scythes; they shelter the Trojans;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVictory unleashed follows and fawns upon Penthesilea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPonder no more, O Ilion, city of ancient Priam!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRise, O beloved of the gods, and go forth in thy strength to the battle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot by the dreams of Laocoon strung to the faith that is febrile,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor with the tremblings vain and the haunted thoughts of Antenor,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut with a noble and serious strength and an obstinate valour<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuffer the shock of your foes, O nation chosen by Heaven;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tProudly determine on victory, live by disaster unshaken.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEither Fate receive like men, nay, like gods, nay, like Trojans.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo like an army that streams and that marches, speeding and pausing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDrawing in horn and wing or widened for scouting and forage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBridging the floods, avoiding the mountains, threading the valleys,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFast with their flashing panoply clad in gold and in iron<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMoved the array of his thoughts; and throughout delight and approval<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFollowed their march, in triumph led but like prisoners willing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGlad and unbound to a land they desire. Triumphant he ended,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLord of opinion, though by the aged frowned on and censured,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut to this voice of their thoughts the young men vibrated wholly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLoud like a storm on the ocean mounted the roar of the people.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“Cease from debate,” men cried, “arise, O thou warlike Aeneas!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpeak for this nation, launch like a spear at the tents of the Hellene<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIlion’s voice of war!” Then up mid a limitless shouting<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStern and armed from his seat like a war-god helmed Aeneas<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRose by King Priam approved in this last of Ilion’s sessions,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHolding the staff of the senate’s authority. “Silence, O commons,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHear and assent or refuse as your right is, masters of Troya,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAncient and sovereign people, act that your kings have determined<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSitting in council high, their reply to the strength of Achilles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSon of the Aeacids, vain is thy offer; the pride of thy challenge<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRather we choose; it is nearer to Dardanus, King of the Hellenes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNeither shall Helen be led back, the Tyndarid, weeping to Argos,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor down the paths of peace revisit her fathers’ Eurotas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath and the fire may prevail o’er us, never our wills shall surrender<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLowering Priam’s heights and darkening Ilion’s splendours.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot of such sires were we born, but of kings and of gods, O Larissan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot with her gold Troy traffics for safety, but with her spear-points.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStand with thy oath in the war-front, Achilles; call on thy helpers<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArmed to descend from the calm of Olympian heights to thy succour<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHedging thy fame from defeat; for we all desire thee in battle,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMighty to end thee or tame at last by the floods of the Xanthus.'”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo Aeneas resonant spoke, stern, fronted like Ares,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd with a voice that conquered the earth and invaded the heavens<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLoud they approved their doom and fulfilled their impulse immortal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLast Deiphobus rose in their meeting, head of their mellay:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“Proudly and well have you answered, O nation beloved of Apollo;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFearless of death they must walk who would live and be mighty for ever.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow, for the sun is hastening up the empyrean azure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHasten we also. Tasting of food round the call of your captains<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tMeet in your armed companies, chariots and hoplites and archers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrong be your hearts, let your courage be stern like the sun when it blazes;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFierce will the shock be today ere he sink blood-red in the waters.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey with a voice as of Oceans meeting rose from their session, 
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\nFilling the streets with her tread Troy strode from her Ilian forum.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Book of Partings<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nEagerly, spurred by Ares swift in their souls to the war-cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll now pressed to their homes for the food of their strength in the battle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIlion turned her thoughts in a proud expectancy seaward<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWaiting to hear the sounds that she loved and the cry of the mellay.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow to their citadel Priam’s sons returned with their father,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow from the gates Talthybius issued grey in his chariot;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut in the halls of Anchises Aeneas not doffing his breastpiece<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHastily ate of the corn of his country, cakes of the millet<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDoubled with wild-deer’s flesh, from the quiet hands of
\n\t\t\tCre\u00fcsa.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe, as he ate, with her calm eyes watching him smiled on her husband:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Ever thou hastest to battle, O warrior, ever thou fightest<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFar in the front of the ranks and thou seekest out Locrian Ajax,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurnest thy ear to the roar for the dangerous shout of Tydides;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere, once heard, leaving all thou drivest, O stark in thy courage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet am I blest among women who tremble not, left in thy mansion,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nQuiet at old Anchises’ feet when I see thee in vision<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSole with the shafts hissing round thee and say to my quivering spirit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow he is striking at Ajax, now he has met Diomedes.’<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuch are the mighty twain who are ever near to protect thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPhoebus, the Thunderer’s son, and thy mother, gold Aphrodite;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuch are the Fates that demand thee, O destined head of the future.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut though my thoughts for their own are not troubled, always, Aeneas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSore is my heart with pity for other Ilian women<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho in this battle are losing their children and well-loved husbands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBrothers too dear, for the eyes that are wet, for the hearts that are silent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill not this war then end that thunders for ever round Troya?”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut to Cre\u00fcsa the hero answered, the son of Anchises:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Surely the gods protect, yet is Death too always mighty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMost in his shadowy envy he strikes at the brave and the lovely,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGrudging works to abridge their days and to widow the sunlight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMost, disappointed, he rages against the beloved of Heaven;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStriking their lives through their hearts he mows down their loves and their pleasures.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTruly thou sayst, thou needst not to fear for my life in the battle;<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ever for thine I fear lest he find thee out in his anger,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMissing my head in the fight, when he comes here crossed in his godhead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet shall Phoebus protect and my mother, gold Aphrodite.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut to Aeneas answered the tranquil lips of Cre\u00fcsa:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“So may it be that I go before thee, seeing, Aeneas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver my dying eyes thy lips bend down for the parting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBlissfullest end is this for a woman here mid earth’s sorrows;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfterwards there we hope that the hands shall join which were parted.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo she spoke, not knowing the gods: but Aeneas departing<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClasped his father’s knees, the ancient mighty Anchises.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Bless me, my father; I go to the battle. Strong with thy blessing<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEven today may I hurl down Ajax, slay Diomedes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd on the morrow gaze on the empty beaches of Troas.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTroubled and joyless, nought replying to warlike Aeneas<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLong Anchises sat unmoving, silent, sombre,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGazing into his soul with eyes that were closed to the sunlight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Prosper, Aeneas,” slowly he answered him, “son of a goddess,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nProsper, Aeneas; and if for Troy some doom is preparing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSuffer always the will of the gods with a piety constant.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly they will what Necessity fashions compelled by the Silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLabour and war she has given to man as the law of his transience.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWork; she shall give thee the crown of thy deeds or their ending appointed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhether glorious thou pass or in silent shadows forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut what thy mother commands perform ever, loading thy vessels.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho can know what the gods have hid with the mist of our hopings?”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen from the house of his fathers Aeneas rapidly striding<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCame to the city echoing now with the wheels of the chariots,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClanging with arms and astream with the warlike tramp of her thousands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFast through the press he strode and men turning knew Aeneas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGreatened in heart and went on with loftier thoughts towards battle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe through the noise and the crowd to Antenor’s high-built mansion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStriding came, and he turned to its courts and the bronze of its threshold<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTrod which had suffered the feet of so many princes departed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut as he crossed its brazen square from the hall there came running,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLeaping up light to his feet and laughing with sudden pleasure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEurus the youngest son of Polydamas. Clasping the fatal<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWar-hardened hand with a palm that was smooth as a maiden’s or infant’s,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n“Well art thou come, Aeneas,” he said, “and good fortune has sent thee!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow I shall go to the field; thou wilt speak with my grandsire Antenor<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd he shall hear thee though chid by his heart reluctant. Rejoicing<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI shall go forth in thy car or warring by Penthesilea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFamous, give to her grasp the spear that shall smite down Achilles.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSmiling answered Aeneas, “Surely will, Eurus, thy prowess<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCarry thee far to the front; thou shalt fight with Epeus and slay him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho shall say that this hand was not chosen to pierce Menelaus?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut for a while with the ball should it rather strive, O hero,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill in the play and the wrestle its softness is trained for the smiting.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEagerly Eurus answered, “But they have told me, Aeneas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis is the last of our fights; for today will Penthesilea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMeet Achilles in battle and slay him ending the Argives.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen shall I never have mixed in this war that is famous for ever.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat shall I say when my hairs are white like the aged Antenor’s?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMen will ask, And what were thy deeds in the warfare Titanic?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhom didst thou slay of the Argives, son of Polydamas, venging<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBravely thy father?’ Then must I say, I lurked in the city.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI was too young and only ascending the Ilian ramparts<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSaw the return or the flight, but never the deed and the triumph.’<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFriend, if you take me not forth, I shall die of grief ere the sunset.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPlucking the hand of Aeneas he drew him into the mansion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVast; and over the floor of the spacious hall they hastened<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLaughing, the gracious child and the mighty hero and statesman,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlower of a present stock and the burdened star of the future.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMeanwhile girt by his sons and the sons of his sons in his chamber<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCried to the remnants left of his blood the aged Antenor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Hearken you who are sprung from my loins and children, their offspring!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNone shall again go forth to the fight who is kin to Antenor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWeighed with my curse he shall go and the spear-points athirst of the Argives<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMeet him wroth; he shall die in his sin and his name be forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOft have I sent forth my blood to be spilled in vain in the battle<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFighting for Troy and her greatness earned by my toil and my fathers’.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNow all the debt has been paid; she rejects us driven by the immortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMuch do we owe to the mother who bore us, much to our country;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut at the last our life is ours and the gods’ and the future’s.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGather the gold of my house and our kin, O ye sons of Antenor.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Warned by a voice in my soul I will go forth tonight from this city<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFleeing the doom and bearing my treasures; the ships shall receive them<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGathered, new-keeled by my care and the gods’, in the narrow Propontis.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOver God’s waters guided, treading the rage of Poseidon,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBellying out with their sails let them cleave to the untravelled distance<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOcean’s crests and resign to their Fates the doomed and the evil.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo Antenor spoke and his children heard him in silence;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAwed by his voice and the dread of his curse they obeyed, though in sorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHalamus only replied to his father: “Dire are the white hairs<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tReverend, loved, of a father, dreadful his curse to his children.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet in my heart there is one who cries, ’tis the voice of my country,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe for whose sake I would be in Tartarus tortured for ever.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPardon me then, if thou wilt; if the gods can, then let them pardon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor I will sleep in the dust of Troy embracing her ashes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere where Polydamas sleeps and the many comrades I cherished.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo let me go to the darkness remembered or wholly forgotten,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet having fought for my country, true in my fall to my nation.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen in his aged wrath to Halamus answered Antenor:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“Go then and perish doomed with the doomed and the hated of heaven;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor shall the gods forgive thee dying nor shall thy father.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut from the chamber Halamus strode with grief in his bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWrestling with wrath and he went to his doom nor looked back at his dear
\nones.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCrossing the hall the son of Antenor and son of Anchises<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMet in the paths of their fates where they knotted and crossed for the parting,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne with the curse of the gods and his sire fast wending to Hades,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFortunate, blessed the other; yet equal their minds were and virtues.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCypris’ son to the Antenorid: “Thee I have sought and thy brothers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBough of Antenor; sore is our need today of thy counsels,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEndless our want of their arms that are strong and their hearts that recoil not<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMeeting myriads stark with the spear in unequal battle.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHalamus answered him: “I will go forth to the palace of Priam,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere where Troy yet lives and far from the halls of my fathers;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere will I speak, not here. For my kin they repose in the mansion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSitting unarmed in their halls while their brothers fall in the battle.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEurus eagerly answered the hero: “Me rather, therefore,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTake to the fight with you; I will make war on the Greeks for my uncles;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOne for all I will fill their place in the shock with the foemen.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut from his chamber-door Antenor heard and rebuked him:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“Scamp of my heart, thou torment! in to thy chamber and rest there,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBound with cords lest thou cease, thou flutter-brain, scourged into quiet;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo shall thy lust of the fight be healed and our mansion grow tranquil.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChid by the old man Eurus slunk from the hall discontented,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet with a dubious smile like a moonbeam lighting his beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut to Antenor the Dardanid born from the white Aphrodite:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“Late the Antenorids learn to flinch from the spears of the Argives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven this boy of their blood has Polydamas’ heart and his valour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor should a life that was honoured and noble be stained in its ending.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNay, then, the mood of a child would shame a grey-headed wisdom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf for the fault of the people virtue and Troy were forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor, though the people hear us not, yet are we bound to our nation:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver the people the gods are; over a man is his country;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis is the deity first adored by the hearths of the noble.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor by our nation’s will we are ruled in the home and the battle<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd for our nation’s weal we offer our lives and our children’s.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot by their own wills led nor their passions men rise to their manhood,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSelfishly seeking their good, but the gods’ and the State’s and the fathers’.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWroth Antenor replied to the warlike son of Anchises:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Great is the soul in thee housed and stern is thy will, O Aeneas;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnward it moves undismayed to its goal though a city be ruined.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey too guide thee who deepest see of the ageless immortals,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne with her heart and one in his spirit, Cypris and Phoebus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet might a man not knowing this think as he watched thee, Aeneas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpurring Priam’s race to its fall he endangers this city,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHoping to build a throne out of ruins sole in the Troad.’<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI too have gods who warn me and lead, Athene and Hera.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNot as the ways of other mortals are theirs who are guided,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey whose eyes are the gods and they walk by a light that is secret.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tColdly Aeneas made answer, stirred into wrath by the taunting:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“High wert thou always, nurtured in wisdom, ancient Antenor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWalk then favoured and led, yet watch lest passion and evil<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFeign auguster names and mimic the gait of the deathless.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd with a smile on his lips but wrath in his bosom answered,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWisest of men but with wisdom of mortals, aged Antenor:<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Led or misled we are mortals and walk by a light that is given;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMost they err who deem themselves most from error excluded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor shalt thou hear in this battle the shout of the men of my lineage<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHolding the Greeks as once and driving back Fate from their country.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis alone will be heard for a space while the stern gods are patient<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven now who went forth a victim self-offered to Hades,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLast whom their wills have plucked from the fated house of Antenor.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey now with wrath in their bosoms sundered for ever and parted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForth from the halls of Antenor Aeneas rapidly striding<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPassed once more through the city hurrying now with its car-wheels,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFilled with a mightier rumour of war and the march of its thousands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill at Troy’s upward curve he found the Antenorid crestward<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMounting the steep incline that climbed to the palace of Priam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhite in her proud and armed citadel. Silent, ascending<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHardly their feet had attempted the hill when behind them they hearkened<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweet-tongued a call and the patter and hurry of light-running sandals,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTurning they beheld with a flush on his cheeks and a light on his lashes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChallenging mutely and pleading the boyish beauty of Eurus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Racer to mischief,” said Halamus, “couldst thou not sit in thy chamber?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSurely cords and the rod await thee, Eurus, returning.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnswered with laughter the child, “I have broken through ranks of the
\nfighters,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDived under chariot-wheels to arrive here and I return not.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI too for counsel of battle have come to the palace of Priam.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBurdened with thought they mounted slowly the road of their fathers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBreasting the Ilian hill where Laomedon’s mansion was seated,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey from the crest down-gazing saw their country’s housetops<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnder their feet and heard the murmur of Troya below them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut in the palace of Priam coming and going of house-thralls<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFilled all the corridors; smoke from the kitchens curled in its plenty<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRich with savour and breathed from the labouring lungs of Hephaestus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFar in the halls and the chambers voices travelled and clustered,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnklets jangling ran and sang back from doorway to doorway<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMocking with music of speed and its laughters the haste of the happy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSound came of arms, there was tread of the great, there were murmurs of
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\n\t\t\tVoices glad of the doomed in Laomedon’s marvellous mansion.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSix were the halls of its splendour, a hundred and one were its chambers<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLifted on high upon columns that soared like the thoughts of its dwellers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThoughts that transcended the earth though they sank down at last into ashes;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo had Apollo dreamed to his lyre; and its tops were a grandeur<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDomed, as if seeking to roof men’s lives with a hint of the heavens;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMarble his columns rose and with marble his roofs were appointed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConquered wealth of the world in its largeness suffered, supporting<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPurities of marble, glories of gold. Nor only of matter<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBlazed there the brutal pomps, but images mystic or mighty<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCrowded ceiling and wall, a work that the gods even admire<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHardly believing that forms like these were imagined by mortals<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere upon earth where sight is a blur and the soul lives encumbered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tScrolls that remembered in gems the thoughts austere of the ancients<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBordered the lines of the stone and the forms of serpent and Naiad<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tRan in relief on those walls of pride in the palace of Priam<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMingled with Dryads who tempted and fled and Satyrs who followed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSports of the nymphs in the sea and the woods and their meetings with
\nmortals,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSessions and battles of Trojan demigods, deaths that were famous,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWars and loves of men and the deeds of the golden immortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPillars sculptured with gods and with giants soared up from bases<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLion-carved or were seated on bulls and bore into grandeur<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAmply those halls where they soared, or in lordliness slenderly fashioned,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDressed in flowers and reeds like virgins standing on Ida,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGuarded the screens of stone and divided alcove and chamber.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIvory carved and broidered robes and the riches of Indus<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCherished in sandalwood triumphed and teemed in the palace of Priam;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDoors that were carven and fragrant sheltered the joys of its princes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHere in a chamber of luminous privacy Paris was arming.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNear him moved Helen, a whiteness divine, and intent on her labour<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFastened his cuirass, bound the greaves and settled the hauberk<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrilling his limbs with her touch that was heaven to the yearning of mortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe with her hands of delight caressing the senseless metal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPressed her lips to his brilliant armour; she bowed down, she whispered:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Cuirass, allowed by the gods, protect the beauty of Paris;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKeep for me that for which country was lost and my child and my brothers.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Yearning she bent to his feet, to the
\n\t\t\tsandal-strings of her lover;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThen as she gazed up, changed grew her mood; for
\n\t\t\tthe Daemon within her<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRose that had banded Greece and was burning Troy into ashes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSlowly a smile that was perfect and perilous over
\n\t\t\ther beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDawned like the sunlight on Paradise; strangely she looked on
\nher lover.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo might a goddess have gazed as she played with
\n\t\t\tthe love of a mortal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPassing an hour on the earth ere she rose up white to
\nOlympus.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t"So art thou winner, Paris, yet and thy spirit
\n\t\t\tascendant<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeads this Troy where thou wilt, O thou mighty one veiled in
\nthy beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFirst in the dance and the revel, first in the
\n\t\t\tjoy of the mellay,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho would not leave for thy sake and repent it not country
\nand homestead?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWinning thou reignest still over Troy, over Fate,
\n\t\t\tover Helen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlways so canst thou win? Has Death no claim on thy beauty,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFate no scourge for thy sins? How the years have
\n\t\t\tpassed by in a glory,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYears of this heaven of the gods, O ravisher, since from my
\nhearthstone<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSeizing thou borest me compelled to thy ships and
\n\t\t\tmy joy on the waters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTroy is enringed with the spears, her children fall and her
\nglories,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMighty souls of heroes have gone down prone to
\n\t\t\tthe darkness;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou and I abide! the mothers wail for our pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWilt thou then keep me for ever, O son of Priam,
\n\t\t\tin Troya?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFate was my mother, they say, and Zeus for this hour begot
\nme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tArt thou a god too, O hero, disguised in this
\n\t\t\trobe of the mortal,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBrilliant, careless of death and of sin as if sure of thy
\nrapture?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat then if Fate today were to lay her hands on
\n\t\t\tthee, Paris?"<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalmly he looked on the face of which Greece was enamoured,
\nthe body<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor whose desire great Troy was a sacrifice,
\n\t\t\ttranquil regarded<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLovely and dire on the lips he loved that smile of a goddess,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSaw the daughter of Zeus in the woman, yet was
\n\t\t\tnot shaken.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n"Temptress of Argos," he answered, "thou snare for the world
\nto be seized in,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThou then hop’st to escape! But the gods could
\n\t\t\tnot take thee, O Helen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow then thy will that to mine is a captive, or how, though
\nwith battle,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe who has lost thee, unhappy, the Spartan,
\n\t\t\tbright Menelaus?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll things yield to a man and Zeus is himself his accomplice<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen like a god he wills without remorse or
\n\t\t\tlonging.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou on this earth art mine since I claimed thee beheld, not
\nspeaking,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut with thy lids that fell thou veiledst thy
\n\t\t\theart of compliance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen in whatever beyond I shall know how to take thee, O
\nHelen,<\/span><\/p>\n

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