Enough, beside Skamandros, cam’st thou adverse:Now, contrary, be saviour thou and healer,O king Apollon! And gods conquest-granting,All — I invoke too, and my tutelaryHermes, dear herald, heralds’ veneration, —And Heroes our forthsenders, — friendly, once moreThe army to receive, the war-spear’s leavings!Ha, mansions of my monarchs, roofs beloved,And awful seats, and deities sun-fronting —Receive with pomp your monarch, long time absent!For he comes bringing light in night-time to you,In common with all these — king Agamemnon.But kindly greet him — for clear shows your duty —Who has dug under Troia with the mattockOf Zeus the Avenger, whereby plains are out-ploughed,Altars unrecognizable, and gods’ shrines,