But good AEneas, pondering through the night Distracting thoughts and many an anxious care, Resolved, when daybreak brought the gladsome light, To search the coast, and back sure tidings bear, What land was this, what habitants were there, If man or beast, for, far as the eye could rove, A wilderness the region seemed, and bare.
His ships he hides within a sheltering cove, Screened by the caverned rock, and shadowed by the grove, XLII.

Then wielding in his hand two broad-tipt spears, Alone with brave Achates forth he strayed, When lo, before him in the wood appears His mother, in a virgin's arms arrayed, In form and habit of a Spartan maid, Or like Harpalyce, the pride of Thrace, Who tires swift steeds, and scours the woodland glade, And outstrips rapid Hebrus in the race.
So fair the goddess seemed, apparelled for the chase.
XLIII.

Bare were her knees, and from her shoulders hung The wonted bow, kept handy for the prey Her flowing raiment in a knot she strung, And loosed her tresses with the winds to play.
"Ho, Sirs!" she hails them, "saw ye here astray Ought of my sisters, girt in huntress wise With quiver and a spotted lynx-skin gay, Or following on the foaming boar with cries ?" Thus Venus spake, and thus fair Venus' son replies; XLIV.

"Nought of thy sisters have I heard or seen.
What name, O maiden, shall I give to thee, For mortal never had thy voice or mien?
O Goddess surely, whether Nymph I see, Or Phoebus' sister; whosoe'er thou be, Be kind, for strangers and in evil case We roam, tost hither by the stormy sea.
Say, who the people, what the clime and place, And many a victim's blood thy hallowed shrine shall grace." XLV.

"Nay, nay, to no such honour I aspire." Said Venus, "But a simple maid am I, And 'tis the manner of the maids of Tyre To wear, like me, the quiver, and to tie The purple buskin round the ankles high.
The realm thou see'st is Punic; Tyrians are The folk, the town Agenor's.