"'Here, girt with steel, the foremost in the fight, Fierce Juno stands, the Scaean gates before, And, mad with fury and malignant spite, Calls up her federate forces from the shore.
See, on the citadel, all grim with gore, Red-robed, and with the Gorgon shield aglow, Tritonian Pallas bids the conflict roar.
E'en Jove with strength reanimates the foe, And stirs the powers of heaven to work the Dardan's woe.
LXXXIV.

"'Haste, son, and fly; the fruitless toil give o'er.
I will not leave thee, but assist thy flight, And set thee safely at thy father's door.' She spake, and vanished in the gloom of night.
Dread shapes and forms terrific loomed in sight, And hostile deities, whose faces frowned Destruction.

Then, amid the lurid light, I see Troy sinking in the flames around, And mighty Neptune's walls laid level with the ground.
LXXXV.

"So, when an aged ash on mountain tall Stout woodmen strive, with many a rival blow, To rend from earth; awhile it threats to fall, With quivering locks and nodding head; now slow It sinks and, with a dying groan lies low, And spreads its ruin on the mountain side.
Down from the citadel I haste below, Through foe, through fire, the goddess for my guide.
Harmless the darts give way, the sloping flames divide.
LXXXVI.

"But when Anchises' ancient home I gain, My father,--he, whom first, with loving care, I sought and, heedful of my mother, fain In safety to the neighbouring hills would bear, Disdains Troy's ashes to outlive and wear His days in banishment: 'Fly ye, who may, Whom age hath chilled not, nor the years impair.
For me, had Heaven decreed a longer day, Heaven too had spared these walls, nor left my home a prey.
LXXXVII.