Iliad III. 1-14

Now, when drawn up by its leaders each army was marshalled for battle, Forth moved the Trojan host with clangor of arms and with shouting, Like to the crying and clamor of cranes from on high when escaping Wintry storms they fly southward over the streams of the ocean— Fighting and mingling aloft in the air in dire contention— Bringing bloodshed and death to the pigmy races of mankind: But silently went the Greeks, breathing destruction and hatred, Mindful, each in the pending combat to aid one another. Like when Notos, the south wind, pours down a mist o’er the mountain Dreadful to shepherds but always more pleasing to thieves than the nightfall, And one can see as far as a stone may be hurled, in the darkness,— Thus then the turbulent dust arose ’neath the feet of the warriors Rose in the air from the earth, as through the vast plain they swept onward.