He spake; they hearkened and obeyed, and all Prepared with diligent hands the meal, and each Sat down and took his portion of the feast. And when their thirst and hunger were allayed, Most to their tents betook them and to rest. But Peleus’ son, lamenting bitterly, Lay down among his Myrmidons, beside The murmuring ocean, in the open space, Where plashed the billows on the beach. And there, When slumber, bringing respite from his cares, Came softly and enfolded him⁠—for much His shapely limbs were wearied with the chase Of Hector round the windy Ilium’s walls⁠— The soul of his poor friend Patroclus came, Like him in all things⁠—stature, beautiful eyes, And voice, and garments which he wore in life. Beside his head the vision stood and spake:⁠—