The Æneids of Virgil, Done into English Verse. Virgil

of our door

       It stood: four times with sound of arms the belly of it rung;

       But heedless, maddened hearts and blind, hard on the ropes we hung,

       Nor but amidst the holy burg the monster's feet we stay.

       And then Cassandra oped her mouth to tell the fateful day—

       Her mouth that by the Gods' own doom the Teucrians ne'er might trow.

       Then on this day that was our last we bear the joyous bough,

       Poor wretches! through the town to deck each godhead's holy place.

      Meanwhile the heavens are faring round, night falls on ocean's face,250

       Enwrapping in her mighty shade all earthly things and sky,

       And all the guile of Myrmidons: silent the Teucrians lie

       Through all the town, and Sleep her arms o'er wearied bodies slips.

      And now the Argive host comes forth upon its ordered ships

       From Tenedos, all hushed amid the kind moon's silent ways,

       Seeking the well-known strand, when forth there breaks the bale-fire's blaze

       On the king's deck: and Sinon, kept by Gods' unequal fate,

       For Danaans hid in horse's womb undoes the piny gate

       In stealthy wise: them now the horse, laid open to the air,

       Gives forth again, and glad from out the hollow wood they fare;260

       Thessandrus, Sthenelus, the dukes, and dire Ulysses pass;

       Slipped down along a hanging rope, Thoas and Acamas,

       Peleian Neoptolemus, and Machaon the first,

       And Menelaüs, and the man who forged the guile accursed,

       Epeos. Through the city sunk in sleep and wine they break,

       Slain are the guards, at gates all oped their fellows in they take,

       Till all their bands confederate are met at last in one.

      It was the time when that first peace of sick men hath begun,

       By very gift of God o'er all in sweetest wise to creep,

       When Hector comes before mine eyes amid the dreams of sleep,270

       Most sorrowful to see he was, and weeping plenteous flood,

       And e'en as torn behind the car, black with the dust and blood,

       His feet all swollen with the thong that pierced them through and through.

       Woe worth the while for what he was! How changed from him we knew!

       The Hector come from out the fight in arms Achilles lost,

       The Hector that on Danaan decks the Phrygian firebrands tost.

       Foul was his beard, and all his hair was matted up with gore,

       And on his body were the wounds, the many wounds he bore

       Around his Troy. I seemed in sleep, I weeping e'en as he,

       To speak unto the hero first in voice of misery:280

      'O Light of Troy, most faithful hope of all the Teucrian men,

       What stay hath held thee back so long? from what shore com'st thou then,

       Long-looked-for Hector? that at last, so many died away,

       Such toil of city, toil of men, we see thy face today,

       We so forewearied? What hath fouled in such an evil wise

       Thy cheerful face? what mean these hurts thou showest to mine eyes?'

      Nought: nor my questions void and vain one moment turned his speech;

       Who from the inmost of his heart a heavy groan did reach:

       'O Goddess-born, flee forth,' he said, 'and snatch thee from the fire!

       The foeman hath the walls, and Troy is down from topmost spire.290

       For Priam and for country now enough. If any hand

       Might have kept Pergamos, held up by mine it yet should stand.

       Her holy things and household gods Troy gives in charge to thee;

       Take these as fellows of thy fate: go forth the walls to see,

       The great walls thou shalt build, when thou the sea hast wandered o'er.'

      He spake, and from the inner shrine forth in his hands he bore

       Great Vesta, and the holy bands, and fire that never dies.

      Meanwhile the city's turmoiled woe was wrought in diverse wise,

       And though my father's house aback apart from all was set,

       And hedged about with many trees, clearer and clearer yet300

       The sounds grew on us, ever swelled the weapons' dread and din.

       I shake off sleep and forthwithal climb up aloft and win

       To topmost roof: with ears pricked up I stand to hearken all.

       As when before the furious South the driven flame doth fall

       Among the corn: or like as when the hill-flood rolls in haste

       To waste the fields and acres glad, the oxen's toil to waste,

       Tearing the headlong woods along, while high upon a stone

       The unready shepherd stands amazed, and hears the sound come on.

      Then was their faith made manifest, then Danaan guile lay bare;

       Deïphobus' wide house e'en now, o'ertopped by Vulcan's flare,

       Shows forth its fall; Ucalegon's is burning by its side:310

       The narrow seas Sigæum guards gleam litten far and wide.

       The shout of men ariseth now, and blaring of the horn,

       And mad, I catch my weapons up though idly they be borne;

       But burned my heart to gather folk for battle, and set forth

       Upon the burg in fellowship; for fury and great wrath

       Thrust on my heart: to die in arms, it seemed a good reward.

      But lo, now Panthus newly slipped from 'neath the Achean sword,

       Panthus the son of Othrys, priest of Phœbus' house on high;

       His holy things and vanquished Gods, his little lad thereby320

       He drags, and as a madman runs, to gain our doorway set.

       'Panthus, how fares it at the worst? what stronghold keep we yet?'

       Scarce had I said, when from his mouth a groan and answer fares:

      'Troy's latest day has come on us, a tide no struggling wears:

       Time was, the Trojans were; time was, and Ilium stood; time was,

       And glory of the Teucrian folk! Jove biddeth all to pass

       To Argos now: in Troy afire the Danaans now are lords;

       The horse high set amidst the town pours forth a flood of swords,

       And Sinon, of the victors now, the flame is driving home

       High mocking: by the open gates another sort is come,330

       As many thousands as ere flocked from great Mycenæ yet:

       Others with weapons ready dight the narrow ways beset,

       And ban all passage; point and edge are glittering drawn and bare

       Ready for death: and scarcely now the first few gatewards dare

       The battle, and blind game of Mars a little while debate.'

      Spurred by such speech of Othrys' son, and force of godhead great,

       Mid fire and steel I follow on as grim Erinnys shows,