Thou lord-born of Moeonian house, whereby the tiller tills Rich acres, where Pactolus' flood gold overflowing spills. There, too, was Mnestheus, whom his deed late done of thrusting forth King Turnus from the battlements hath raised to heavenly worth, And Capys, he whose name is set upon Campania's town. But while the bitter play of war went bickering up and down, Æneas clave the seas with keel amidst the dead of night: For when Evander he had left and reached the Tuscan might, He met their king and told his name, and whence his race of old, And what he would and how he wrought: and of the host he told, 150 Mezentius now had gotten him, and Turnus' wrothful heart; He warned him in affairs of men to trust not Fortune's part; And therewithal he mingleth prayers: Tarchon no while doth wait, But joineth hosts and plighteth troth; and so, set free by Fate, A-shipboard go the Lydian folk by God's command and grace, Yet 'neath the hand of outland duke: Æneas' ship hath place In forefront: Phrygian lions hang above its armèd tyne O'ertopped by Ida, unto those Troy's outcasts happy sign: There great Æneas sits, and sends his mind a-wandering wide Through all the shifting chance of war; and by his left-hand side 160 Is Pallas asking of the stars and night-tide's journey dim, Or whiles of haps by land or sea that fortuned unto him. Ye Goddesses, ope Helicon, and raise the song to say What host from out the Tuscan land Æneas led away, And how they dight their ships, and how across the sea they drave. In brazen Tiger Massicus first man the sea-plain clave; A thousand youths beneath him are that Clusium's walls have left And Cosæ's city: these in war with arrow-shot are deft, And bear light quivers of the bark, and bear the deadly bow. Then comes grim Abas, all his host with glorious arms aglow, 170 And on his stern Apollo gleams, well wrought in utter gold. But Populonia's mother-land had given him there to hold Six hundred of the battle-craft; three hundred Ilva sent, Rich isle, whose wealth of Chalyb ore wastes never nor is spent. The third is he, who carrieth men the words God hath to say, Asylas, whom the hearts of beasts and stars of heaven obey, And tongues of birds, and thunder-fire that coming tidings bears. A thousand men he hurrieth on with bristling of the spears; Pisa, the town Alpheüs built amid the Tuscan land, Bids them obey. Came Astur next, goodliest of all the band; 180 Astur, who trusteth in his horse and shifty-coloured weed; Three hundred hath he, of one heart to wend as he shall lead: And these are they in Cæres' home and Minios' lea that bide, The Pyrgi old, and they that feel Gravisca's heavy tide.