As when the east wind and the south contend In the open mountain grounds, and furiously Assail the deep old woods of beech and ash And barky cornel, flinging their long boughs Against each other with a mighty roar, And crash of those that break, so did the Greeks And Trojans meet with mutual blows, and slay Each other; nor had either host a thought Of shameful flight. Full many a trenchant spear Went to its mark beside Cebriones, And many a wingèd arrow that had left The bowstring; many a massive stone was hurled Against the ringing bucklers, as they fought Around the dead, while he, the mighty, lay Stretched on the ground amid the eddying dust, Forgetful of his art of horsemanship.