The Fall of Troy

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  So in her wild lament the Sea-queen cried.
  But now to Thetis spake Calliope,
  She in whose heart was steadfast wisdom throned:
  "From lamentation, Thetis, now forbear,
  And do not, in the frenzy of thy grief
  For thy lost son, provoke to wrath the Lord
  Of Gods and men. Lo, even sons of Zeus,
  The Thunder-king, have perished, overborne
  By evil fate. Immortal though I be,
  Mine own son Orpheus died, whose magic song
  Drew all the forest-trees to follow him,
  And every craggy rock and river-stream,
  And blasts of winds shrill-piping stormy-breathed,
  And birds that dart through air on rushing wings.
  Yet I endured mine heavy sorrow: Gods
  Ought not with anguished grief to vex their souls.
  Therefore make end of sorrow-stricken wail
  For thy brave child; for to the sons of earth
  Minstrels shall chant his glory and his might,
  By mine and by my sisters' inspiration,
  Unto the end of time. Let not thy soul
  Be crushed by dark grief, nor do thou lament
  Like those frail mortal women. Know'st thou not
  That round all men which dwell upon the earth
  Hovereth irresistible deadly Fate,
  Who recks not even of the Gods? Such power
  She only hath for heritage. Yea, she
  Soon shall destroy gold-wealthy Priam's town,
  And Trojans many and Argives doom to death,
  Whomso she will. No God can stay her hand."

  So in her wisdom spake Calliope.
  Then plunged the sun down into Ocean's stream,
  And sable-vestured Night came floating up
  O'er the wide firmament, and brought her boon
  Of sleep to sorrowing mortals. On the sands
  There slept they, all the Achaean host, with heads
  Bowed 'neath the burden of calamity.
  But upon Thetis sleep laid not his hand:
  Still with the deathless Nereids by the sea
  She sate; on either side the Muses spake
  One after other comfortable words
  To make that sorrowing heart forget its pain.

  But when with a triumphant laugh the Dawn
  Soared up the sky, and her most radiant light
  Shed over all the Trojans and their king,