Virgil

 

We went our way and mingled with the Greeks,

Under auspices not ours, and many the combat

We fought in the blindness of night and when we

fought,

Many the Greek we sent down to the Shades.

Some broke and fled to the ships, hoping for safety

If they could make the shore, some utterly craven

Climbed back into the Horse and hid in the belly

They knew already.

Alas! It is not for a man

To trust in the gods if they will not accept his trust.

Before our eyes Cassandra daughter of Priam

Was being dragged by her loose-streaming hair

From the temple, form the very Shrine, of

Minerva.

She could but yearn up with her flashing eyes,

Her eyes toward heaven; her delicate hands were

chained.

This piteous sight was too much for Coroebus

And mad with fury he ploughed into the ranks

Of the Greeks to certain death–and we all

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