Thus all day long both armies toiled and fought.
And now, at midnight, o'er the deep sea fares AEneas.

By Evander sent, he sought The Tuscan camp.

To Tarchon he declares His name and race, the aid he asks and bears, The friends Mezentius gathers to the fray, And Turnus' violence; then warns, with prayers, Of Fortune's fickleness.

No more delay: Brave Tarchon joins his power, and strikes a league straightway.
XXIII.

So, free of Fate, Heaven's mandate they obey, And Lydians, with a foreign leader, plough The deep; AEneas' vessel leads the way.
Sweet Ida forms the figure-head; below, The Phrygian lions ramp upon the prow.
Here sits AEneas, thoughtful, on the stern, For war's dark chances cloud the chieftain's brow.
There, on his left, sits Pallas, and in turn Now cons the stars, now seeks the wanderer's woes to learn.
XXIV.