“Why, Lord of lightning, hast thou summon’d here The Gods to council? dost thou aught devise Touching the Greeks and Trojans? who e’en now Kindle anew, it seems, the blaze of war.” To whom the Cloud-compeller, answ’ring, thus: “The purpose, Neptune, well thou know’st thyself For which I call’d ye; true, they needs must die, But still they claim my care; yet here will I Upon Olympus’ lofty ridge remain, And view, serene, the combat; you, the rest, Go, as you list, to Trojans or to Greeks, And at your pleasure either party aid. For if we leave Achilles thus alone To fight against the Trojans, not an hour Will they before the son of Peleus stand. They dreaded him before; but now, I fear, Since rous’d to fury by his comrade’s death, He e’en in fate’s despite may storm the wall.” Thus Saturn’s son, and quenchless battle rous’d: The Gods, divided, hasten’d to the war: Juno and Pallas to the ships of Greece, With them th’ Earth-shaker, and the helpful God, Hermes, for cunning subtleties unmatch’d; And Vulcan too, exulting in his strength, Yet halting, and on feeble limbs sustain’d. Mars of the glancing helm took part with Troy, And golden Phoebus with his locks unshorn, Latona too, and Dian, Archer-Queen, Xanthus, and Venus, laughter-loving dame. While from the fight of men the Gods abstain’d, High rose the Grecian vaunts, as, long withdrawn, Achilles on the field again appear’d: And ev’ry Trojan’s limbs with terror quak’d, Trembling, as Peleus’ godlike son they saw, In arms all-glitt’ring, fierce as blood-stain’d Mars. But when th’ Immortals mingled in the throng, Then furious wax’d the spirit-stirring strife; Then Pallas rais’d her war-cry, standing now Beside the deep-dug trench, without the wall, Now shouting loud along the sounding beach. On th’ other side, as with the tempest’s roar, Mars to the Trojans shouted loud; one while From Ilium’s topmost height; anon again From the fair hill, o’erhanging Simois’ stream. Thus, either side exciting to the fray, Th’ immortal Gods unchain’d the angry war. Thunder’d on high the Sire of Gods and men With awful din; while Neptune shook beneath The boundless earth, and lofty mountain tops. The spring-abounding Ida quak’d and rock’d From her firm basis to her loftiest peak, And Troy’s proud city, and the ships of Greece. Pluto, th’ infernal monarch, heard alarm’d, And, springing from his throne, cried out in fear, Lest Neptune, breaking through the solid earth, To mortals and Immortals should lay bare His dark and drear abode, of Gods abhorr’d. Such was the shock when Gods in battle met; For there to royal Neptune stood oppos’d Phoebus Apollo with his arrows keen; The blue-ey’d Pallas to the God of War; To Juno, Dian, heav’nly Archeress, Sister of Phoebus, golden-shafted Queen. Stout Hermes, helpful God, Latona fac’d; While Vulcan met the mighty rolling stream, Xanthus by Gods, by men Scamander call’d. Thus Gods encounter’d Gods: Achilles’ soul Meantime was burning ’mid the throng to meet