She said, and vanish’d; they, with rushing sound, Rose, and before them drove the hurrying clouds: Soon o’er the sea they swept; the stirring breeze Ruffled the waves; the fertile shores of Troy They reach’d, and falling on the fun’ral pyre, Loud roar’d the crackling flames; they all night long With current brisk together fann’d the fire. All night Achilles from a golden bowl Drew forth, and, in his hand a double cup, The wine outpouring, moisten’d all the earth, Still calling on his lost Patroclus’ shade. As mourns a father o’er a youthful son, Whose early death hath wrung his parents’ hearts; So mourn’d Achilles o’er his friend’s remains, Prostrate beside the pyre, and groan’d aloud. But when the star of Lucifer appear’d, The harbinger of light, whom following close Spreads o’er the sea the saffron-robed morn, Then pal’d the smould’ring fire, and sank the flame; And o’er the Thracian sea, that groan’d and heav’d Beneath their passage, home the Winds return’d; And weary, from the pyre a space withdrawn, Achilles lay, o’ercome by gentle sleep. Anon, awaken’d by the tramp and din Of crowds that follow’d Atreus’ royal son, He sat upright, and thus address’d his speech: “Thou son of Atreus, and ye chiefs of Greece, Far as the flames extended, quench we first With ruddy wine the embers of the pyre; And of Menoetius’ son, Patroclus, next With care distinguishing, collect the bones; Nor are they hard to know; for in the midst He lay, while round the edges of the pyre, Horses and men commix’d, the rest were burnt. Let these, between a double layer of fat Enclos’d, and in a golden urn remain, Till I myself shall in the tomb be laid; And o’er them build a mound, not over-large, But of proportions meet; in days to come, Ye Greeks, who after me shall here remain, Complete the work, and build it broad and high.” Thus spoke Achilles; they his words obey’d: Far as the flames had reach’d, and thickly strown The embers lay, they quench’d with ruddy wine; Then tearfully their gentle comrade’s bones Collected, and with double layers of fat Enclos’d, and in a golden urn encas’d; Then in the tent they laid them, overspread With veil of linen fair; then meting out Th’ allotted space, the deep foundations laid Around the pyre, and o’er them heap’d the earth. Their task accomplished, all had now withdrawn; But Peleus’ son the vast assembly stay’d, And bade them sit; then, prizes of the games, Tripods and caldrons from the tents he brought, And noble steeds, and mules, and sturdy steers, And women fair of form, and iron hoar.