Dead with dishonour, in unseemly plight, Misenus, son of AEolus, whom beside None better knew with brazen blast to light The flames of war, and wake the warrior's pride.
Once Hector's co-mate, proud at Hector's side To wind the clarion and the sword to wield.
When, stricken by Achilles, Hector died, AEneas then he followed to the field, Loth to a meaner lord his fealty to yield.
XXV.

Now while a challenge to the gods he blew, And made the waves his hollow shell resound, Him Triton, jealous--if the tale be true-- Caught unaware, and in the surges drowned Among the rocks .-- There now the corpse they found.
Loud groaned AEneas, and a mournful cry Rose from the Trojans, as they gazed around.
Then, filled with tears, the Sibyl's task they ply, And rear a wood-built pile and altar to the sky.
XXVI.

Into a grove of aged trees they go, The wild-beasts' lair.

The holm-oak rings amain, Smit with the axe, the pitchy pine falls low, Sharp wedges cleave the beechen core in twain, The mountain ash comes rolling to the plain.
Foremost himself, accoutred as the rest, AEneas cheered them, toiling with his train; Then, musing sadly, and with pensive breast, Gazed on the boundless grove, and thus his prayer addressed: XXVII.

"O in this grove could I behold the tree With golden bough; since true, alas, too true, Misenus, hath the priestess sung of thee!" He spake, when, lighting on the sward, down flew Two doves.