ὡς φάτο, τὸν δ' οὔ τι προσέφη λευκώλενος Ἥρη:
ἒν δ' ἔπεσ' Ὠκεανῷ λαμπρὸν φάος ἠελίοιο
ἕλκον νύκτα μέλαιναν ἐπι ζείδωρον ἄρουραν:
Τρωσὶν μέν ῥ' ἀἕκουσιν ἔδυ φάος: αὐτὰρ Ἀχαιοῖς
ἀσπασίη. τρίλλιστος, ἐπήλυθε νὺξ ἐρεβεννή:
So said he; howbeit white-armed Hera spake no word in answer. Then into Oceanus fell the bright light of the sun drawing black night over the face of the earth, the giver of grain. Sorely against the will of the Trojans sank the daylight, but over the Achaeans welcome, aye, thrice-prayed-for, came the darkness of night.
