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62 The wandering nation of a summer's day,

That, drawn by milky steams, at evening hours,

In gathered swarms surround the rural bowers;

From pail to pail with busy murmur run

The gilded legions, glittering in the sun.

So thronged, so close, the Grecian squadrons stood

In radiant arms, and thirst for Trojan blood.

Each leader now his scattered force conjoins

In close array, and forms the deepening lines.

Not with more ease the skilful shepherd swain

Collects his flock from thousands on the plain.

The king of kings, majestically tall,

Towers o'er his armies, and outshines them all:

Like some proud bull that round the pastures leads

His subject-herds, the monarch of the meads.

Great as the gods the exalted chief was seen,

His strength like Neptune, and like Mars his mien;

Jove o'er his eyes celestial glories spread,

And dawning conquest played around his head.

Say, Virgins, seated round the throne divine,

All-knowing goddesses! immortal Nine!

Since earth's wide regions, heaven's unmeasured height,

And hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight—

We wretched mortals! lost in doubts below,

But guess by rumour, and but boast we know—

Oh, say what heroes, fired by thirst of fame,

Or urged by wrongs, to Troy's destruction came?

To count them all, demands a thousand tongues,

A throat of brass, and adamantine lungs,

Daughters of Jove, assist! inspired by you.

The mighty labour dauntless I pursue:

What crowded armies, from what climes, they bring,

Their names, their numbers, and their chiefs, I sing.

The hardy warriors whom Bœotia bred,

Peneleus, Leitus, Prothoënor led:

With these Arcesilaus and Clonius stand,

Equal in arms, and equal in command.

These head the troops that rocky Aulis yields,

And Eteon's hills, and Hyrie's watery fields,

And Schœnos, Scolos, Græa near the main,

And Mycalessia's ample piny plain.

Those who in Peteon or Ilesion dwell,

Or Harma, where Apollo's prophet fell;

Heleon and Hylè, which the springs o'erflow;

And Medeon lofty, and Ocalea low;

Or in the meads of Haliartus stray,