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.