Hermes, meanwhile, was calling forth
The ghosts of the suitors. He held the wand
He uses to charm mortal eyes to sleep
And make sleepers awake; and with this beautiful,
|Golden wand he marshaled the ghosts, ||5|
Bats deep inside an eerie cave
Flit and gibber when one of them falls
From the cluster clinging to the rock overhead.
|So too these ghosts, as Hermes led them||10|
The streams of Ocean, past the White Rock,
Past the Gates of the Sun and the Land of Dreams,
Until they came to the Meadow of Asphodel,
|Where the spirits of the dead dwell, phantoms||15|
Here was the ghost of Achilles,
And those of Patroclus, of flawless Antilochus,
And of Ajax, the best of the Achaeans
After Achilles, Peleus' incomparable son.
|These ghosts gathered around Achilles||20|
Son of Atreus, grieving, he himself surrounded
By the ghosts of those who had died with him
And met their fate in the house of Aegisthus.
|The son of Peleus was the first to greet him:||25|