Paraphrased in Homeric hexameters.
CHAFED and sweating, the horses straight from their trances are loosened,
And, where the cars in long ranks make long gleamy rents in the gloaming,
Fastened, round heaps of white barley. Out from the town in abundance
Oxen are brought, and fat sheep, with bread fresh and wholesome, and wine too,
Meant as a feast for the troops; who thereto have chopped with their axes
Sticks in great store, and kindled their camp-fires red-flaming in hundreds:
Whence on the wind spreadeth soon the steam of their savory supper.
As when the moon riseth full, and all the bared ether is breathless,
Wide in her van crowding forth, the stars with a manifold splendour,
Throb, as if surely alove;—around in the beautiful brightness
See the long rock-roughened backs and black-bulging brows of the mountains
How, in their Titan-like bulk, they thrust themselves up in the prospect—
Up with their ledges and slopes, that erewhile lay huddled in shadow,
Till the vales even at last are filled with a silvery glitter!
While in the sky, thus cleft with its marvellous surcharge of glory,
Noting each sigh of the year, the soul of the shepherd rejoices.
So blaze the bivouac fires before the proud city of Priam,
Bringing its structures by gleams substantial out from the darkness,
Temple, and bastion, and tower; as if from some region Plutonian
Conjured by magical craft,—and out toward the trench-guarded gallerys,
Reddening far on their way the bickering currents of Xanthus:
While round each fire keep watch a guard of full fifty bold Trojans,
Glaring in arms as they move; and there, too, the studs of the chariots
Scatter out into the dark a broken and shadowy lustre;
There, too, the horses at times are heard neighing loud o’er their fodder,
Fretting, as ’twere, to behold the white-coming steps of Aurora.