As when a shepherd, on a summer's day, The wished-for winds arising, hastes to cast The flames amid the stubble: far away, The mid space seized, the line of fire runs fast From field to field, and broadens with the blast: And, sitting down, the victor from a height Surveys the triumph, as the flames rush past.
So all Arcadia's chivalry unite, And round thee, Pallas, throng, and aid thee in the fight.
LVI.

But lo, from out the foemen's ranks, athirst For battle, fierce Halesus charged, and drew His covering shield before him.

Ladon first, Then Pheres, then Demodocus he slew.
Next, at his throat as bold Strymonius flew, The glittering falchion severed at a blow The lifted hand.

At Thoas' face he threw A stone, that smashed the forehead of his foe, And bones, and blood, and brains the spattered earth bestrow.
LVII.

Halesus, when a boy, in woods concealed, His sire, a seer, had reared with tender care.
But soon as death the old man's eyes had sealed, Fate marked the son for the Evandrian spear.
Him Pallas sought; "O Tiber!" was his prayer, "True to Halesus let this javelin go.
His arms and spoils thy sacred oak shall bear." 'Twas heard: Halesus, shielding from the foe Imaon, leaves his breast unguarded to the blow.
LVIII.