He said: and heav’nward rais’d his staff; and back To Ilium’s walls Idaeus took his way. Trojans and Dardans there in council met Expecting sat, till from the Grecian camp Idaeus should return; he came, and stood In mid assembly, and his message gave: Then all in haste their sev’ral ways dispers’d, For fuel some, and some to bring the dead. The Greeks too from their well-mann’d ships went forth, For fuel some, and some to bring the dead. The sun was newly glancing on the earth. From out the ocean’s smoothly-flowing depths Climbing the Heav’ns, when on the plain they met. Hard was it then to recognize the dead; But when the gory dust was wash’d away, Shedding hot tears, they plac’d them on the wains. Nor loud lament, by Priam’s high command, Was heard; in silence they, with grief suppress’d, Heap’d up their dead upon the fun’ral pyre; Then burnt with fire, and back return’d to Troy. The well-greav’d Greeks, they too, with grief suppress’d, Heap’d up their dead upon the fun’ral pyre; Then burnt with fire, and to the ships return’d. But ere ’twas morn, while daylight strove with night, About the pyre a chosen band of Greeks Had kept their vigil, and around it rais’d Upon the plain one common mound for all; And built in front a wall, with lofty tow’rs To screen both ships and men; and in the tow’rs Made ample portals with well-fitting gates, That through the midst a carriage-way might pass: Then dug a trench around it, deep and wide, And in the trench a palisade they fix’d. Thus labour’d thro’ the night the long-hair’d Greeks: The Gods, assembled in the courts of Jove, With wonder view’d the mighty work; and thus Neptune, Earth-shaking King, his speech began: “O Father Jove, in all the wide-spread earth Shall men be found, in counsel and design To rival us Immortals? see’st thou not How round their ships the long-hair’d Greeks have built A lofty wall, and dug a trench around, Nor to the Gods have paid their off’rings due! Wide as the light extends shall be the fame Of this great work, and men shall lightly deem Of that which I and Phoebus jointly rais’d, With toil and pain, for great Laomedon.” To whom in wrath the Cloud-compeller thus: “Neptune, Earth-shaking King, what words are these? This bold design to others of the Gods, Of feebler hands, and pow’r less great than thine, Might cause alarm; but, far as light extends, Of this great work to thee shall be the fame: When with their ships the long-hair’d Greeks shall take Their homeward voyage to their native land, This wall shall by the waves be broken through, And sink, a shapeless ruin, in the sea: O’er the wide shore again thy sands shall spread, And all the boasted work of Greece o’erwhelm.”