Over all men alike the dark surge sweepeth
Of Hades, on fameless heads hath descended
And on men of renown: but honour keepeth
Their memories green whose after-fame
God causeth to wax ever fairer, the name
Of battle-helpers whose days are ended,
Even such as in old time journeyed on
Unto wide-bosomed earth’s great navel-stone.
So buried ’neath Pytho’s floor doth lie
Neoptolemus, there foredoomed to die
When Priam’s town had been sacked by his hand,
Where also the Danaans travailed sore.
But he missed on the home-voyage Skyros’ shore;
So wandering came they to Ephyre-land.