Then did they fight like fire. You could not say The sun was safe, nor yet the moon, so thick A darkness gathered over the brave men Around the corpse of Menoetiades. The other Trojans and the well-armed Greeks Fought freely under the clear sky; the sun Shed o’er them his full brightness; not a cloud Shadowed the earth, or rested on the hills. From time to time they paused, and warily They shunned each other’s cruel darts, and kept Far from each other, while in the mid-war Struggled the combatants in darkness, galled By the remorseless weapons of their foes. Yet Thrasymedes and Antilochus, Two famous Grecian warriors, had not learned That excellent Patroclus was no more, But thought that, still alive, he led the war Against the Trojans, fighting in the van. They watched the flight and slaughter of the Greeks, And fought apart, for Nestor so enjoined, Who sent them to the battle from the fleet.