That, borne on the swift-rushing wings of the winds o’er the sea’s highway
Unto Troy, he might bide the Lycian and Phrygian and Dardan array
As their battle-cry rang through the clashing of lances, and close undaunted
With the Aethiop spearmen, and set the resolve in his heart firm-planted
That Helenus’ fiery-hearted kinsman from battle-strain
Should return not, nor Memnon their chieftain behold his home again.