"By Gods above, by faith, if aught, below, Unwillingly, O Queen, I left thy sight.
The Gods, at whose compulsion now I go Through these dark Shades, this realm of deepest Night, These wastes of squalor, 'twas their word of might That drove me forth; nor could I dream such woe Was thine at my departing.

Stay thy flight.
Whom dost thou fly?
O, whither wilt thou go?
One word--the last, sad word--one parting look bestow!" LXII.

So strove AEneas, weeping, to appease Her wrathful spirit.

She, with down-fixt eyes Turns from him, scowling, heedless of his pleas, And hard as flint or marble, nor replies.
Then, starting, to the shadowy grove she flies, Where dead Sychaeus, her old lord, renews His love with hers, and sorrows with her sighs.
Touched by her fate, the Dardan hero views, And far with tearful gaze the melting shade pursues.
LXIII.

Thus onward to the furthest fields they strayed, The haunts of heroes here doth Tydeus fare, Parthenopaeus, pale Adrastus' shade.
And many a Dardan, wailed in upper air, And fallen in war.