with new rays Smote the surrounding fields. The Trojans met, But found it hard to know their dead again. They washed away the clotted blood, and laid— Shedding hot tears—the bodies on the cars. And since the mighty Priam’s word forbade All wailing, silently they bore away Their slaughtered friends, and heaped them on the pyre With aching hearts, and, when they had consumed The dead with fire, returned to hallowed Troy. The nobly-armed Achaians also heaped Their slaughtered warriors on the funeral pile With aching hearts; and when they had consumed Their dead with fire they sought their hollow ships.
And ere the morning came, while earth was gray With twilight, by the funeral pile arose A chosen band of Greeks, who, going forth, Heaped round it from the earth a common tomb For all, and built a wall and lofty towers Near it—a bulwark for the fleet and host. And in the wall they fitted massive gates, Through which there passed an ample chariot-way; And on its outer edge they sank a trench— Broad, deep—and planted it with pointed stakes. So labored through the night the long-haired Greeks.