Obscure in shades, and with a doubtful view, (Doubtful as he who sees, through dusky night, Or thinks he sees, the moon's uncertain light,) With tears he first approached the sullen shade; And, as his love inspired him, thus he said;-- "Unhappy queen! then is the common breath Of rumour true, in your reported death, And I, alas! the cause?--By heaven, I vow, And all the powers that rule the realms below, Unwilling I forsook your friendly state, Commanded by the gods, and forced by Fate-- Those gods, that Fate, whose unresisted might } Have sent me to these regions void of light } Through the vast empire of eternal night. } Nor dared I to presume, that, pressed with grief, My flight should urge you to this dire relief. Stay, stay your steps, and listen to my vows! 'Tis the last interview that Fate allows!" In vain he thus attempts her mind to move With tears and prayers, and late-repenting love. Disdainfully she looked; then turning round, But fixed her eyes unmoved upon the ground, And, what he says and swears, regards no more, Than the deaf rocks, when the loud billows roar; But whirled away, to shun his hateful sight, Hid in the forest, and the shades of night; Then sought Sichæus through the shady grove, Who answered all her cares, and equalled all her love. Some pious tears the pitying hero paid, And followed with his eyes the flitting shade, Then took the forward way, by Fate ordained, } And, with his guide, the farther fields attained, } Where, severed from the rest, the warrior souls remained. } Tydeus he met, with Meleager's race, } The pride of armies, and the soldiers' grace; } And pale Adrastus with his ghastly face. } Of Trojan chiefs he viewed a numerous train, All much lamented, all in battle slain-- Glaucus and Medon, high above the rest, Antenor's sons, and Ceres' sacred priest. And proud Idæus, Priam's charioteer, Who shakes his empty reins, and aims his airy spear. The gladsome ghosts, in circling troops, attend, And with unwearied eyes behold their friend; Delight to hover near, and long to know What business brought him to the realms below. But Argive chiefs, and Agamemnon's train, When his refulgent arms flashed through the shady plain, Fled from his well known face, with wonted fear, } As when his thundering sword and pointed spear } Drove headlong to their ships, and gleaned the routed rear. } They raised a feeble cry, with trembling notes; But the weak voice deceived their gasping throats. Here Priam's son, Deïphobus, he found, Whose face and limbs were one continued wound. Dishonest, with lopped arms, the youth appears, Spoiled of his nose, and shortened of his ears. He scarcely knew him, striving to disown His blotted form, and blushing to be known;