The Iliad of Homer - Get a Free Blog

And, laid along their cars, deplored
the dead.
Sage Priam check'd their grief: with
silent haste
The bodies decent on the piles were
placed:
With melting hearts the cold remains
they burn'd,
And, sadly slow, to sacred Troy return'd.
Nor less the Greeks their pious sorrows
shed,
And decent on the pile dispose the
dead;
The cold remains consume with
equal care;
And slowly, sadly, to their fleet repair.
Now, ere the morn had streak'd
with reddening light
The doubtful confines of the day
and night,