The Iliad of Homer - Get a Free Blog

Fierce she descends: Apollo
marked her flight,
Nor shot less swift from Ilion's
towery height.
Radiant they met, beneath the
beechen shade;
When thus Apollo to the blue-eyed
maid:
"What cause, O daughter of
Almighty Jove!
Thus wings thy progress from the
realms above?
Once more impetuous dost thou
bend thy way,
To give to Greece the long divided
day?
Too much has Troy already felt thy
hate,
Now breathe thy rage, and hush the
stern debate;
This day, the business of the field
suspend;