So spake th’ Earth-shaker, Circler of the Earth, And with his sceptre touching both the chiefs, Fill’d them with strength and courage, and their limbs, Their feet and hands, with active vigour strung; Then like a swift-wing’d falcon sprang to flight, Which down the sheer face of some lofty rock Swoops on the plain to seize his feather’d prey: So swiftly Neptune left the chiefs; him first Departing, knew Oileus’ active son, And thus the son of Telamon address’d: “Ajax, since some one of th’ Olympian Gods, In likeness of a seer, hath hither come To urge us to the war (no Calchas he, Our augur Heav’n-inspir’d; for well I mark’d His movements, as he went; and of a God ’Tis easy to discern the outward signs), I feel fresh spirit kindled in my breast, And new-born vigour in my feet and hands.” Whom answer’d thus the son of Telamon: “My hands too grasp with firmer hold the spear, My spirit like thine is stirr’d; I feel my feet Instinct with fiery life; nor should I fear With Hector, son of Priam, in his might Alone to meet, and grapple to the death.” Such was their mutual converse, as they joy’d In the fierce transport by the God inspir’d. Neptune, meanwhile, the other Greeks arous’d, Who, to the ships withdrawn, their wasted strength Recruited; for their limbs were faint with toil, And grief was in their hearts, as they beheld The Trojan hosts that scal’d the lofty wall; They saw, and from their eyes the teardrops fell, Of safety desp’rate; but th’ Earth-shaking God Amid their ranks appearing, soon restor’d Their firm array; to Teucer first he came, To Leitus, and valiant Peneleus, Thoas, Deipyrus, Meriones, And young Antilochus, brave warriors all, And to the chiefs his winged words address’d: