So saying, he soothed the Goddess, and in haste His steeds with golden harness yoked amain.
The bridle and the foaming bit he placed, To curb their fury, and outflung the rein.
Lightly he flies along the watery plain, Borne in his azure chariot.

Far and nigh Beneath his thundering wheels the heaving main Sinks, and the waves are tranquil, and on high Through flying storm-drift shines the immeasurable sky.
CXII.

Behind him throng, in many a motley group, His followers--monsters of enormous chine, Sea-shouldering whales, and Glaucus' aged troop, Paloemon, Ino's progeny divine, Swift Tritons, born to gambol in the brine, And Phorcus' finny legions.

Melite, And virgin Panopoea leftward shine, Thetis, Nesaee, daughters of the sea, Spio, Thalia fair, and bright Cymodoce.
CXIII.

Then o'er AEneas' spirit, racked with fear, Joy stole in gentle counterchange.