And then did Neptune, shaker of the shores, Go forth into the battle and amidst The clash of spears, and come where stood the chiefs, Aeneas and his mighty foe, the son Of Peleus. Instantly he caused to rise A darkness round the eyes of Peleus’ son, And from the buckler of Aeneas drew The spear with ashen stem and brazen blade, And laid it at Achilles’ feet, and next He lifted high Aeneas from the ground And bore him thence. O’er many a warrior’s head, And many a harnessed steed, Aeneas flew, Hurled by the god, until he reached the rear Of that fierce battle, where the Caucons stood Arrayed for war. The shaker of the shores Drew near, and said to him in wingèd words:⁠—