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Now pleasing sleep had sealed each mortal eye;

Stretched in the tents the Grecian leaders lie,

The immortal slumbered on their thrones above;

All but the ever-wakeful eyes of Jove.

To honour Thetis' son he bends his care,

And plunge the Greeks in all the woes of war:

Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight,

And thus commands the vision of the night:

"Fly hence, deluding Dream! and, light as air,

To Agamemnon's ample tent repair.

Bid him in arms draw forth the embattled train,

Lead all his Grecians to the dusty plain.

Declare; e'en now 'tis given him to destroy

The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy;

For now no more the gods with fate contend,

At Juno's suit the heavenly factions end.

Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall,

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