This spoke, the goddess to the senate flew; Where, her fair form conceal’d from mortal view, Her Caesar’s heavenly part she made her care, Nor left the recent soul to waste to air; But bore it upward to its native skies: Glowing with newborn fires she saw it rise; Forth springing from her bosom up it flew, And, kindling as it soar’d, a comet grew: Above the lunar sphere it took its flight, And shot behind it a long trail of light.