Last on the border of that glorious shield He graved in all its strength the ocean-stream.
And when that huge and massive shield was done, He forged a corselet brighter than the blaze Of fire; he forged a solid helm to fit The hero’s temples, shapely and enchased With rare designs, and with a crest of gold. And last he forged him greaves of ductile tin.
When the great artist Vulcan saw his task Complete, he lifted all that armor up And laid it at the feet of her who bore Achilles. Like a falcon in her flight, Down plunging from Olympus capped with snow, She bore the shining armor Vulcan gave.