“Go now, beloved Phoebus, and withdraw Sarpedon from the weapons of the foe; Cleanse him from the dark blood, and bear him thence, And lave him in the river-stream, and shed Ambrosia o’er him. Clothe him then in robes Of heaven, consigning him to Sleep and Death, Twin brothers, and swift bearers of the dead, And they shall lay him down in Lycia’s fields, That broad and opulent realm. There shall his friends And kinsmen give him burial, and shall rear His tomb and column⁠—honors due the dead.”

He spake: Apollo instantly obeyed His father, leaving Ida’s mountain height, And sought the field of battle, and bore off Noble Sarpedon from the enemy’s spears, And laved him in the river-stream, and shed Ambrosia o’er him. Then in robes of heaven He clothed him, giving him to Sleep and Death, Twin brothers, and swift bearers of the dead, And they, with speed conveying it, laid down The corpse in Lycia’s broad and opulent realm.