Followed him, shouting; for they thought the Greeks Could not abide their onset, but must yield, And perish by their ships. Deluded men!⁠— They met two mighty warriors at the gate⁠— The brave descendants of the Lapithae, That warlike tribe: Pirithoüs’ gallant son Was one, named Polypoetes; with him stood Leonteus, strong as Mars the slayer of men. By the tall gates they stood, as giant oaks Stand on the mountains and abide the wind And the tempestuous rains of all the year, Firm-planted on their strong and spreading roots. So they, confiding in their strength of arm, Waited for mighty Asius hasting on, And fled not. Onward came the hostile troop, With their tough shields uplifted, and with shouts: All rushing toward the massive wall they came, Following King Asius, and Iamenus, Orestes, Thoön, Acamas the son Of Asius, and Oenomaüs. Meanwhile Leonteus and his comrade had retired Within, encouraging the well-armed Greeks To combat for the fleet; but when they saw The rout and panic of their flying host,