Then turn and flee the Trojan folk, by quaking terror caught; And if the conquering man as then one moment had had thought To burst the bolts and let his folk in through the opened door, That day had been the last of days for Trojans and their war. But utter wrath of heart and soul, and wildering lust of death Drave him afire amidst the foe. 760 Then Phaleris he catcheth up, and ham-strung Gyges then, Whose spears, snatched up, he hurleth on against the backs of men; For Juno finds him might enough and heart wherewith to do, Halys he sendeth down with these, Phegeus with targe smit through; Then, as they roused the war on wall, nor wotted aught of this, Alcander stark, and Halius stout, Noëmon, Prytanis. Then Lynceus, as he ran to aid and cheered his folk withal, He reacheth at with sweeping sword from right hand of the wall And smiteth; and his helm and head, struck off with that one blow, Lie far away: Amycus then, the wood-deer's wasting foe, 770 He slayeth: happier hand had none in smearing of the shaft And arming of the iron head the poison-wound to waft. Then Clytius, son of Æolus, and Cretheus Muse-beloved,-- Cretheus the Muses' fellow-friend, whose heart was ever moved By song and harp, and measured sound along the strainèd string; Who still of steeds, and arms, and men, and battle-tide would sing. At last the Trojan dukes of men, Mnestheus, Serestus fierce, Draw to a head when all this death is borne unto their ears, And see their folk all scattering wide, the foe amidst them see. 779 Then Mnestheus cries: "And whither now, and whither will ye flee? What other walls, what other town have ye a hope to find? Hath one man, O my town-fellows, whom your own ramparts bind, Wrought such a death and unavenged amid your very town, And sent so many lords of war by Orcus' road adown? O dastards, your unhappy land, your Gods of ancient days, Your great Æneas--what! no shame, no pity do they raise?"