Nor could I hear, nor can I now relate Exact the manner of their alter’d state; But this in general of my loss I knew, Transform’d to doves, on milky plumes they flew, Such as on Ida’s mount thy consort’s chariot drew.”

With such discourse they entertain’d the feast; Then rose from table, and withdrew to rest. The following morn, ere Sol was seen to shine, The inquiring Trojans sought the sacred shrine; The mystic power commands them to explore Their ancient mother, and a kindred shore. Attending to the sea, the generous prince Dismiss’d his guests with rich munificence, In old Anchises’ hand a sceptre placed, A vest and quiver young Ascanius graced, His sire a cup; which from the Aonian coast, Ismenian Therses sent his royal host. Alcon of Myle made what Therses sent, And carved thereon this ample argument.