I made another version of this scene in watercolor. I hope it did not get any worse. This is already the fifth my illustration for this episode:
"No sooner had sleep caught, dissolving all his grief,
as mists if refreshing slumber poured around him there--
his powerful frame was bone-weary from charging Hector
straight and hard to the walls of windswept Troy--
than the ghost of stricken Patroclus drifted up...
He was like the man to the life, every feature,
the same tall build and the fine eyes and voice ..."
"Hovering at his head the phantom rose and spoke:
'Sleeping Achilles? You've forgotten me, my friend.
You never neglected me in life, only now in death.
Bury me quickly- let me pass the Gates of Hades.
Oh give me your hand- I beg you with my tears!
Never, never again shall I return from Hades
once you have given me the shoothing rites of fire.
Never again will you and I, alive and breathing,
huddle side-by-side, apart from loyal comrades,
making plans together- never ... Grim death,
that death assigned from the day that I was born
has spread its hateful jaws to take me down.
A last request- grant it, please.
Never bury my bones apart from yours, Achilles,
let them lie together..."
"So now let a single urn, the gold two-handled urn
your noble mother gave you, hold our bones-- together!'
And the swift runner Achilles rassured him warmly:
'Why have you returnde to me here, dear brother, friend?
Why tell me o fall that I must do? I'll do it all.
I will obey you, your demands. Oh come closer!
Throw our arms around each other, just for a moment-
take some joy in teras that numb the heart!'
In the same bfreath he stretched his loving arms
but could not seize him, the ghost slipped underground
like a wisp of smoke... with a high thin cry."