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For Ares, gold-exchanger for the dead, And balance-holder in the fight o' the spear, Due-weight from Ilion sends -- What moves the tear on tear -- A charred scrap to the friends: Filling with well-packed ashes every urn, For man -- that was -- the sole return. And they groan -- praising much, the while, Now this man as experienced in the strife, Now that, fallen nobly on a slaughtered pile, Because of -- not his own -- another's wife. But things there be, one barks, When no man harks: A surreptitious grief that's grudge Against the Atreidai who first sought the judge. But some there, round the rampart, have In Ilian earth, each one his grave: All fair-formed as at birth, It hid them -- what they have and hold -- the hostile earth.