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And bridge-like paved the Atreids’ safe return across the sea,

And rescued Helen; for he hewed asunder with his spear

Troy’s sinews, them who strove to stay the slaughter-work that he

Wrought in that battle-harried plain, yea, stayed the proud career

Of Memnon’s might, of Hector and the chiefs in strength excelling

Of Troy, to whom Achilles showed to Queen Persephone’s dwelling

The path⁠—the Aiakids’ champion he!⁠—and glory so was bringing

Unto Aegina and his race. Yea, lips immortal singing

Wailed o’er him dead, when Helicon’s Maids, a many-voicèd choir,

Stood by his death-rites, pouring forth their dirge around the pyre.

Ay, so the Immortals willed that heroism, even in death,

Should be a theme for Goddesses to hymn with praising breath.