He strode across the schoolroom in July, <br />Great Hector, clanging in his brazen mail; <br />And all the cringing Greeks, with faces pale, <br />Creaked into jabbering Ks and turned to fly. <br />Achilles, safe because he could not die, <br />Cheated and won; and all the lines grew stale. <br />The life was gone from out the shabby tale; <br />And back in Homer's teeth we flung the lie. <br /> <br />We fought for Troy behind a mossy wall; <br />We burned the Grecian ships below a tree . . . <br />Ah, that great war was forty years ago ! <br />Yet still I know that Hector did not fall; <br />For when the bell rang truce to friend and foe, <br />Achilles, lying Greek, was under me!<br /><br />David McKee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hector/
