“But he, who in this war must flee the foemen,
Hero Adrastus—in that day I see
He is with tidings of far happier omen
Compassed as with a wreath of victory.
Yet also he
In his own house affliction’s cup shall drain;
For, of the Danaan host shall he, he only
Gather a slain son’s bones in anguish lonely,
Ere safe, with folk unscathed, he comes again