So she, not lacking craft of guile, amidst them lighted down, When she hath put away from her God's raiment and God's mien, And but as wife of Doryclus, the Tmarian man, is seen, 620 Old Beroë, who once had sons and lordly race and name; Amid the Dardan mother-folk such wise the Goddess came: "O wretched ones!" she said, "O ye whom armed Achæan hand Dragged not to death before the walls that stayed your fatherland! Unhappy folk! and why hath Fate held back your doom till now? The seventh year is on the turn since Troy-town's overthrow; And we all seas the while, all lands, all rocks and skies that hate The name of guest, have wandered o'er, and through the sea o'ergreat Still chase that fleeing Italy mid wallowing waters tossed. Lo, here is Eryx' brother-land; Acestes is our host; 630 What banneth us to found our walls and lawful cities gain? O Fatherland! O House-Gods snatched from midst the foe in vain! Shall no walls more be called of Troy? Shall I see never more Xanthus or Simoïs, like the streams where Hector dwelt of yore? Come on, and those unhappy ships burn up with aid of me; For e'en now mid the dreams of sleep Cassandra did I see, Who gave me burning brand, and said, 'Here seek your Troy anew: This is the house that ye shall have.'--And now is time to do! No tarrying with such tokens toward! Lo, altars four are here Of Neptune: very God for us heart and the fire doth bear!" 640 So saying, first she caught upon the fiery bane, and raised Her hand aloft, and mightily she whirled it as it blazed And cast it: but the Ilian wives, their straining hearts are torn, Their souls bewildered: one of them, yea, and their eldest-born, Pyrgo, the queenly fosterer of many a Priam's son, Cried: "Mothers, nay no Beroë, nay no Rhoeteian one, The wife of Doryclus is this: lo, Godhead's beauty there! Behold the gleaming of her eyes, note how she breathes the air; Note ye her countenance and voice, the gait wherewith she goes. Yea, I myself left Beroë e'en now amidst her woes; 650 Sick, sad at heart that she alone must fail from such a deed, Nor bear unto Anchises' ghost his glory's righteous meed."