Far away They scour the fields; the shepherd and the swain Rush to the war, and bare of ploughmen lies the plain.
II.

To Diomed posts Venulus, to crave His aid, and tell how Teucrians hold the land; AEneas with his gods hath crossed the wave, And claims the throne his vaunted Fates demand.
How many a tribe hath joined the Dardan's band, How spreads his fame through Latium.

What the foe May purpose next, what conquest he hath planned, Should friendly fortune speed the coming blow, Better than Latium's king AEtolia's lord must know.
III.

So Latium fares.

AEneas, tost with tides Of thought, for well he marked the growing fight, This way and that his eager mind divides, Reflects, revolves and ponders on his plight.
As waters in a brazen urn flash bright, Smit by the sunbeam or the moon's pale rays, And round the chamber flits the trembling light, And darts aloft, and on the ceiling plays, So many a varying mood his anxious mind displays.
IV.