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Rh Hark! flocks to the pasture are going: they bleat as they stray down Ida's brow.

And I hear it float through the night, the note of the pipe's ethereal cry.

And drowsihead with her witchery sweet is lulling mine eyelids now;

For to weary eyes she cometh, I wot, most dear when the dawn is nigh.

Why draweth not near unto us that scout

Whom Hector to spy on the fleet sent out?

Long stays he: there haunts me a fearful doubt.

Is he slain, think ye, in an ambuscade?

Manifest soon shall his fate be made.

I rede ye then that we haste to call

The Lycians: to them did the fifth watch fall

When the lot to our stations assigned us all.

[Exeunt.

Enter Odysseus and Diomedes.

Diomedes, heard'st thou not—or through mine ears

Thrills but an empty sound?—a clash of arms?

Nay, 'tis steel harness hung o'er chariot-rails