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. --What have I said, alas! what would I do? 735 Where am I--and my mind what phrenzy leads! Now Dido, now, you feel your impious deeds. Then was the time, your sceptre when you shar'd. O thou for faith, for piety rever'd! This, this is he whose pious shoulders bore 740 His gods, his father, from the Trojan shore! Why did I not those limbs to pieces tear, Behold the waves, the bloody fragments bear, Cut off his friends and sever'd with the sword, Serve up Ascanius at his father's board! 745 His fortune might prevail--and so it might! What has despair to fear--in Fortune's spite I'd fire the fleet, the town, the son, the sire, The race extinguish, and with joy expire. "O Sun, whose beams all earthy deeds reveal, 750 Juno who know and witness what I feel, Hecate whose howl the midnight hour affrights, Gods of my parting soul--avenging sprites, Accept my vow, my pray'r expiring hear; The ills I bear are worthy of your ear".