w,
} No guilty joy, no faithless partner know,
No pangs like these I bear,--and not to you,
Dear injur'd shade, Sicheus not untrue".
Long as the gloomy shades o'erhung the pole,
690 Such cares revolving prey'd upon her soul.

Meanwhile AEneas in his fleet repos'd,
His doubts remov'd, and all for flight dispos'd.
To him the form divine he'd seen before,
Appear'd in sleep--again his mandate bore;
695 The graceful limbs of youth, the flaxen hair,
The voice, the rosy hue, Jove's son declare.
"O goddess born! can sleep weigh down your eyes,
Clos'd to the dangers which around you vise?
Senseless!--the zephyrs waste their fav'ring breath,
700 While brooding in a soul resolv'd on death
Some black design, matures, some treach'rous blow,
Haste then and fly, while yet you've pow'r to go.
You'll see, if here you wait the morning ray,
The port block'd up, the shore to flames a prey.
705 Woman's a thing so variable and light!
Haste then away. He spoke and mix'd with night.

AEneas trembling as the phantom flew,
Started from sleep, and rous'd the slumb'ring crew.
"Rise, rise, companions, each one to his oar;
710 Hoist ev'ry sail--a god sent down once more,
Impels our flight--Be quick--stand out to sea,
The cables cut. Great God, whoe'er you be
Thy words again exulting we obey.
Be present, rule our stars--direct our way
715 Propitious". He spoke, his whirling falchion drew,
The halser cut, the bark impatient flew,
All felt the impulse--dashing thro' the tide
They quit the shore, their barks the ocean hide;
The boiling wave their oars alternate sweep,
720 They bend, they pull, they cut the sounding deep.

Now rising from Tithonius golden bed
Fresh beams of rosy light Aurora shed;
And as the scatter'd shades were pierc'd with grey,
The Queen from high beheld them under way,
725 Their swelling sail the fav'ring breezes bent,
The shore, the port, a lonely space present.
Oh then her lovely bosom in despair
She beat. Oh then she tore her flaxen hair.
"He's gone--Almighty heav'n, he's gone! she cries,
730 That wand'ring exile all my pow'r defies.
Arm, arm, my warriors--sally from the town;
Pursue the wretches--haul my gallies down;
Bring flaming brands, with sails with oars pursue.