He spake, and his brave words to every heart Carried new strength and courage. Pallas then Lifted the heaven-sent cloud that veiled the fight, And all things in the clear full light were seen On either side, both where the galleys lay And where the warriors struggled. They beheld Hector the great in war, and all his host, Both those who formed the rear and wielded not Their arms, and those who combated in front Beside the ships. And now it pleased no more The soul of valiant Ajax to remain In the thick squadrons with the other Greeks, But, striding on the galley-decks, he bore A sea-pike two and twenty cubits long, Huge, and beset with iron nails. As when One who is skilled to vault on running steeds Chooses four horses from a numerous herd, And on the highway to a populous town Drives them, while men and women in a crowd Behold his feats with wonder, as he leaps Boldly, without a fall, from steed to steed, And back again, and all the while they run, So on the lofty decks of those good ships From ship to ship flew Ajax, lifting up