Then first Patroclus cast his shining displeasure Into the crowd before him, where they fought Most fiercely round the stern of the good ship Of brave Protesilaüs. There it smote Pyraechmes, who had led from Amydon, On the broad Axius, his Paeonian knights. Through his right shoulder went the blade; he fell, Heavily groaning, to the earth. His band Of warriors from Paeonia, panic-struck, Fled from Patroclus as they saw their chief Cut off, their bravest in the battle-field. So from the ship he drave the foe, and quenched The blazing fire. There lay the half-burnt barque, While with a mighty uproar fled the host Of Troy, and from between the beaked ships Poured after them with tumult infinite The Greeks. As when from some high mountaintop The God of Lightnings, Jupiter, sweeps off The overshadowing cloud, at once appear The watch-lowers and the headland heights and lawns All in full light, and all the unmeasured depth Of ether opens, so the Greeks, when thus Their fleet was rescued from the hostile flame, Breathed for a space; and yet they might not cease