As thus he spake he sent the goddess forth Eager to do her errand. Plunging down, In form a shrill-voiced harpy with broad wings, She cleft the air. The Greeks throughout the camp Were putting on their armor. She infused Into the hero’s frame ambrosial sweets And nectar, that his limbs might not grow faint With hunger. Then the goddess sought again The stable mansion of Almighty Jove, While all the Greeks came pouring from the fleet.