Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and 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.