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The shouts of men, the cries of men that fall in game of Mars.

Then iron slumber fell on him, hard rest weighed down his eyes,
And shut where they for evermore in night that never dies.

So there upon the wild-wood couch adown the youth is laid ;
E'en as a blossom dropped to earth from fingers of a maid--

And in the tomb beside my son I pray thee let me lie.

And iron slumber fell on him, hard rest weighed down his eyes,
And shut were they for evermore by night that never dies.

The half-dead fingers quiver still and grip unto the sword

As many hands we have to use, as many lives to pay.

From rent throat snatched both voice and life, and prone he smote the earth

Thou shalt tell Priam how thou found'st a new Achilles here.

And warm amid him lies the steel, amid his lung gone home.