Now, therefore, mark me well, who, sent from Jove,
Inform thee, that although so far remote,
He yet compassionates and thinks on thee
With kind solicitude.  He bids thee arm
Thy universal host, for that the time 35
When the Achaians shall at length possess
Wide Ilium, hath arrived.  The Gods above
No longer dwell at variance.  The requests
Of Juno have prevail’d.  Now, wo to Troy
From Jove himself!  Her fate is on the wing. 40
Awaking from thy dewy slumbers, hold
In firm remembrance all that thou hast heard. 
So spake the Dream, and vanishing, him left
In false hopes occupied and musings vain. 
Full sure he thought, ignorant of the plan 45
By Jove design’d, that day the last of Troy. 
Fond thought!  For toils and agonies to Greeks
And Trojans both, in many a bloody field
To be endured, the Thunderer yet ordain’d. 
Starting he woke, and seeming still to hear 50
The warning voice divine, with hasty leap
Sprang from his bed, and sat.[2] His fleecy vest
New-woven he put on, and mantle wide;
His sandals fair to his unsullied feet
He braced, and slung his argent-studded sword. 55
Then, incorruptible for evermore
The sceptre of his sires he took, with which
He issued forth into the camp of Greece. 
Aurora now on the Olympian heights
Proclaiming stood new day to all in heaven, 60
When he his clear-voiced heralds bade convene
The Greeks in council.  Went the summons forth
Into all quarters, and the throng began. 
First, at the ship of Nestor, Pylian King,[3]
The senior Chiefs for high exploits renown’d 65
He gather’d, whom he prudent thus address’d. 
My fellow warriors, hear!  A dream from heaven,
Amid the stillness of the vacant night
Approach’d me, semblance close in stature, bulk,
And air, of noble Nestor.  At mine head 70
The shadow took his stand, and thus he spake. 
Oh son of Atreus the renown’d in arms
And in the race, sleep’st thou?  It ill behoves
To sleep all night the man of high employ,
And charged as thou art with a people’s care. 75
Now, therefore, mark me well, who, sent from Jove,
Inform thee, that although so far remote,
He yet compassionates and thinks on thee
With kind solicitude.  He bids thee arm
Thy universal host; for that the time 80
When the Achaians shall at length possess
Wide Ilium, hath arrived.  The Gods above
No longer dwell at variance.  The requests
Of Juno have prevail’d.  Now, wo to Troy
From Jove himself!  Her fate is on the wing. 85
Charge this on thy remembrance.  Thus he spake,
Then vanished suddenly, and I awoke. 
Haste therefore, let us arm, if arm we may,[4]
The warlike sons of Greece; but first, myself