While yet ’twas morning, and the holy light Of day grew bright, the men of both the hosts Were smitten and were slain; but when the sun Stood high in middle heaven, the All-Father took His golden scales, and in them laid the fates Which bring the sleep of death⁠—the fate of those Who tamed the Trojan steeds, and those who warred For Greece in brazen armor. By the midst He held the balance, and, behold, the fate Of Greece in that day’s fight sank down until It touched the nourishing earth, while that of Troy Rose and flew upward toward the spacious heaven. With that the Godhead thundered terribly From Ida’s height, and sent his lightnings down Among the Achaian army. They beheld In mute amazement and grew pale with fear.