So, was it here upon this dusty plain
Where thousands of Achaeans died in vain?
Where Dardanians wept and cried with pain,
For never to see Ilium again?
And was it here where the gods watched on, fain,
Whence lofty Idus looks out on the main?
Where the gods made mad men, who were once sane,
All for a woman called Helen to gain?
Too oft has this scene been played out, the bane
Of all. And still the moon will wax and wane.