Again of old when dashed the war’s red seas
Against Troy’s walls, ’twas ever Corinth’s sons
That swayed to either side war’s balance, these
Helping Atreides and his mighty ones
To win back Helen, those to make resistance
Unto the uttermost, when Danaans quailed
Before strong Glaukus, who from the far distance
Of Lycia’s highlands flashed on them bronze-mailed,
And vaunted of his father’s empery
Over the city of Peirene there,
And of his heritage of deep-loamed lea,
And of his stately palace royal-fair,