But now an end of all there was, when Jove a-looking down From highest lift on sail-skimmed sea, and lands that round it lie, And shores and many folk about, in topmost burg of sky Stood still, and fixed the eyes of God on Libya's realm at last: To whom, as through his breast and mind such cares of godhead passed, Spake Venus, sadder than her due with bright eyes gathering tears: "O thou, who rulest with a realm that hath no days nor years, Both Gods and men, and mak'st them fear thy thunder lest it fall, 230 What then hath mine Æneas done so great a crime to call? What might have Trojan men to sin? So many deaths they bore 'Gainst whom because of Italy is shut the wide world's door. Was it not surely promised me that as the years rolled round The blood of Teucer come again should spring from out the ground, The Roman folk, such very lords, that all the earth and sea Their sway should compass? Father, doth the counsel shift in thee? This thing indeed atoned to me for Troy in ashes laid, And all the miserable end, as fate 'gainst fate I weighed: But now the self-same fortune dogs men by such troubles driven 240 So oft and oft. What end of toil then giv'st thou, King of heaven? Antenor was of might enow to 'scape the Achæan host, And safe to reach the Illyrian gulf and pierce Liburnia's coast, And through the inmost realms thereof to pass Timavus' head, Whence through nine mouths midst mountain roar is that wild water shed, To cast itself on fields below with all its sounding sea: And there he made Patavium's town and Teucrian seats to be, And gave the folk their very name and Trojan arms did raise: Now settled in all peace and rest he passeth quiet days. But we, thy children, unto whom thou giv'st with bowing head 250 The heights of heaven, our ships are lost, and we, O shame! betrayed, Are driven away from Italy for anger but of one. Is this the good man's guerdon then? is this the promised throne?"