his form no single youth retain'd.

"Descending Phoebus had Hesperia's shores
"Now touch'd; and Canens with her heart and looks
"Sought for her spouse in vain: her servants all,
"And all the people roam through every wood,
"Bearing bright torches. Not content the nymph
"To weep, to tear her tresses, and to beat
"Her bosom, though not one of these was spar'd,
"She sally'd forth herself; and frantic stray'd
"Through Latium's plains. Six times the night beheld,
"And six returning suns, her, wandering o'er
"The mountain tops, or through the vallies deep,
"As chance directed: foodless, sleepless, still.
"Tiber at length beheld her; with her toil,
"And woe, worn out, upon his chilling banks
"Her limbs extending. There her very griefs,
"Pour'd with her tears, still musically sound.
"Mourning, her words in a soft dying tone
"Are heard, as when of old th' expiring swan
"Sung his own elegy. Wasted at length
"Her finest marrow, fast she pin'd away;
"And vanish'd quite to unsubstantial air.
"Yet still tradition marks the spot, the muse
"Of ancient days, still Canens call'd the place,
"In honor of the nymph, and justly too.

"Many the tales like these I heard; and much
"Like this I saw in that long tedious year.
"Sluggish and indolent for lack of toil,
"Thence are we bid to plough the deep again;
"Again to hoist the sail. But Circe told
"So much of doubtful ways, of voyage vast,
"And all the perils of the raging deep
"We must encounter; that my soul I own
"Trembled. I gain'd this shore, and here remain'd."

Here Macareus finish'd; to AEneaes' nurse
Inurn'd in marble, this short verse was given:
"Cajeta here, sav'd from the flames of Greece,
"Her foster-son, for piety renown'd,
"With fires more fitting burn'd." Loos'd are the ropes
That bound them to the grassy beach, and far
They leave the dwelling of the guileful power;
And seek the groves, beneath whose cloudy shade
The yellow-sanded Tiber in the main
Fierce rushes. Here AEneaes gains the realm,
And daughter of Latinus, Faunus' son:
But not without a war. Battles ensue
With the fierce people. For his promis'd bride
Turnus loud rages. All the Tuscans join
With Latium, and with doubtful warfare long
Is sought the conquest. Either side augment
With foreign aid their strength. Rutilians crowds
Defend, and crowds the Trojan trenches guard.

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