Then by the hand of Ajax Telamon Fell Simoisius, in the bloom of youth, Anthemion’s son. His mother once came down From Ida, with her parents, to their flocks Beside the Simoïs; there she brought him forth Upon its banks, and gave her boy the name Of Simoisius. Unrequited now Was all the care with which his parents nursed His early years, and short his term of life⁠— Slain by the hand of Ajax, large of soul. For, when he saw him coming, Ajax smote Near the right pap the Trojan’s breast; the blade Passed through, and out upon the further side. He fell among the dust of earth, as falls A poplar growing in the watery soil Of some wide marsh⁠—a fair, smooth bole, with boughs Only on high, which with his gleaming axe Some artisan has felled to bend its trunk Into the circle of some chariot-wheel; Withering it lies upon the river’s bank. So did the high-born Ajax spoil the corpse Of Simoisius, Anthemion’s son. But Antiphus, the son of Priam, clad In shining armor, saw, and, taking aim,