Of spears, the darlings of the God of War,

Whose coming was to Priam dearer far

Than light to him that is a long while blind,

When leech's hand hath taen away the bar

That vex'd him, or the healing God is kind;

And Troy was glad, and with the morning light

The Amazons went forth to slay and slay;

And wondrously they drave the foe in flight,