“Unconquerable child of Jove! What change Is this? Shall then the Argive army thus Flee to their homes across the deep and leave Glory to Priam, and to Ilium’s sons The Argive Helen, for whose sake have died So many Greeks upon the Trojan strand, Far from the land they loved? But hasten thou To the host of Argive warriors mailed in brass, And with persuasive words restrain their men. Nor let them launch their barques upon the sea.”

She spake; nor did the blue-eyed Pallas fail To heed the mandate, but with quick descent She left the Olympian height and suddenly Stood by the swift ships of the Grecian host. She found Ulysses there, the man endowed With wisdom like to Jove’s; he had not touched His well-appointed barque, for grief had seized The hero’s heart. The blue-eyed goddess took Her place beside him, and addressed him thus:⁠—