Shall honor him, a pillar and a tomb
  (The dead man’s portion) rearing to his name. 820
    He ceased; nor was Apollo slow to hear
  His father’s will, but, from the Idaean heights
  Descending swift into the dreadful field,
  Godlike Sarpedon’s body from beneath
  The hill of weapons drew, which, borne remote, 825
  He laved in waters of the running stream,
  With oils ambrosial bathed, and clothed in robes
  Immortal.  Then to Death and gentle Sleep,
  Swift-bearers both, twin-born, he gave the charge,
  Who placed it soon in Lycia’s wealthy realm. 830
    Meantime Patroclus, calling to his steeds,
  And to Automedon, the Trojans chased
  And Lycians, on his own destruction bent
  Infatuate; heedless of his charge received
  From Peleus’ son, which, well perform’d, had saved 835
  The hero from his miserable doom. 
  But Jove’s high purpose evermore prevails
  Against the thoughts of man; he turns to flight
  The bravest, and the victory takes with ease
  E’en from the Chief whom he impels himself 840
  To battle, as he now this Chief impell’d. 
  Who, then, Patroclus! first, who last by thee
  Fell slain, what time thyself was call’d to die? 
  Adrastus first, then Perimus he slew,
  Offspring of Megas, then Autonoues, 845
  Echechlus, Melanippus, and Epistor,
  Pylartes, Mulius, Elasus.  All these
  He slew, and from the field chased all beside. 
  Then, doubtless, had Achaia’s sons prevail’d
  To take proud-gated Troy, such havoc made 850
  He with his spear, but that the son of Jove
  Apollo, on a tower’s conspicuous height
  Station’d, devoted him for Ilium’s sake. 
  Thrice on a buttress of the lofty wall
  Patroclus mounted, and him thrice the God 855
  With hands immortal his resplendent shield
  Smiting, struck down again; but when he rush’d
  A fourth time, demon-like, to the assault,
  The King of radiant shafts him, stern, rebuked. 
    Patroclus, warrior of renown, retire! 860
  The fates ordain not that imperial Troy
  Stoop to thy spear, nor to the spear itself
  Of Peleus’ son, though mightier far than thou. 
    He said, and Menoetiades the wrath
  Of shaft-arm’d Phoebus shunning, far retired. 865
  But in the Scaean gate Hector his steeds
  Detain’d, uncertain whether thence to drive
  Amid the warring multitude again,
  Or, loud commandment issuing, to collect
  His host within the walls.  Him musing long 870
  Apollo, clad in semblance of a Chief
  Youthful and valiant, join’d.  Asius he seem’d
  Equestrian Hector’s uncle, brother born
  Of Hecuba the queen, and Dymas’ son,
  Who on the Sangar’s banks in Phrygia