The other, even in summer, sending forth A current cold as hail, or snow, or ice. And there were broad stone basins, fairly wrought, At which, in time of peace, before the Greeks Had landed on the plain, the Trojan dames And their fair daughters washed their sumptuous robes. Past these they swept; one fled, and one pursued⁠— A brave man fled, a braver followed close, And swiftly both. Not for a common prize, A victim from the herd, a bullock’s hide, Such as reward the fleet of foot, they ran⁠— The race was for the knightly Hector’s life. As firm-paced coursers, that are wont to win, Fly toward the goal, when some magnificent prize, A tripod or a damsel, is proposed In honor of some hero’s obsequies, So these flew thrice on rapid feet around The city of Priam. All the gods of heaven Looked on, and thus the Almighty Father spake:⁠—