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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.