The Iliad of Homer - Get a Free Blog

And drew behind the cloudy veil of
night:
The conquering Trojans mourn his
beams decay'd;
The Greeks rejoicing bless the
friendly shade.
The victors keep the field; and
Hector calls
A martial council near the navy
walls;
These to Scamander's bank apart he
led,
Where thinly scatter'd lay the heaps
of dead.
The assembled chiefs, descending
on the ground,
Attend his order, and their prince
surround.
A massy spear he bore of mighty
strength,
Of full ten cubits was the lance's
length;