Then Pallas, daughter of the god who bears The aegis, on her father’s palace-floor Let fall in dainty folds her flowing robe Of many colors, wrought by her own hand, And, putting on the mail of Jupiter The Cloud-compeller, stood arrayed in arms For the stern tasks of war. Her shoulder bore The dreadful aegis with its shaggy brim Bordered with Terror. There was Strife, and there Was Fortitude, and there was fierce Pursuit, And there the Gorgon’s head, a ghastly sight, Deformed and dreadful, and a sign of woe When borne by Jupiter. Upon her head She placed a golden helmet with four crests And fair embossed, of strength that might withstand The armed battalions of a hundred towns; Then stepped into her shining car, and took Her massive spear in hand, heavy and huge, With which whole ranks of heroes are o’erthrown Before the daughter of the Mighty One Incensed against them. Juno swung the lash And swiftly urged the steeds. Before their way, On sounding hinges, of their own accord, Flew wide the gates of heaven, which evermore