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.

The gods who sat beside the Thunderer Jove Admired the mighty labor of the Greeks; But Neptune, he who shakes the earth, began:⁠—