Æn. II.
ÆNEIS.
379
All things were full of Horrour and Affrighted,
And dreadful ev'n the silence of the Night. 1025
Then, to my Father's House I make repair,
With some small Glimps of hope to find her there:
Instead of her the cruel Greeks I met;
The house was fill'd with Foes, with Flames beset.
Driv'n on the wings of Winds, whole sheets of Fire,
Through Air transported, to the Roofs aspire. 1031
From thence to Priam's Palace I resort;
And search the Citadel, and desart Court.
Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's Church;
A guard of Grecians had possess'd the Porch: 1035
There Phænix and Ulysses watch the Prey:
And thither all the Wealth of Troy convey.
The Spoils which they from ransack'd Houses brought;
And golden Bowls from burning Altars caught.
The Tables of the Gods, the Purple Vests; 1040
The People's Treasure, and the Pomp of Priests.
A rank of wretched Youths, with pinion'd Hands,
And captive Matrons in long Order stands.
Then, with ungovern'd Madness, I proclaim,
Through all the silent Streets, Creusa's Name. 1045
Creusa still I call: At length she hears;
And sudden, through the Shades of Night appears.
Appears, no more Creusa, nor my Wife:
But a pale Spectre, larger than the Life.
Aghast, astonish'd, and struck dumb with Fear, 1050
I stood; like Bristles rose my stiffen'd Hair.
And dreadful ev'n the silence of the Night. 1025
Then, to my Father's House I make repair,
With some small Glimps of hope to find her there:
Instead of her the cruel Greeks I met;
The house was fill'd with Foes, with Flames beset.
Driv'n on the wings of Winds, whole sheets of Fire,
Through Air transported, to the Roofs aspire. 1031
From thence to Priam's Palace I resort;
And search the Citadel, and desart Court.
Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's Church;
A guard of Grecians had possess'd the Porch: 1035
There Phænix and Ulysses watch the Prey:
And thither all the Wealth of Troy convey.
The Spoils which they from ransack'd Houses brought;
And golden Bowls from burning Altars caught.
The Tables of the Gods, the Purple Vests; 1040
The People's Treasure, and the Pomp of Priests.
A rank of wretched Youths, with pinion'd Hands,
And captive Matrons in long Order stands.
Then, with ungovern'd Madness, I proclaim,
Through all the silent Streets, Creusa's Name. 1045
Creusa still I call: At length she hears;
And sudden, through the Shades of Night appears.
Appears, no more Creusa, nor my Wife:
But a pale Spectre, larger than the Life.
Aghast, astonish'd, and struck dumb with Fear, 1050
I stood; like Bristles rose my stiffen'd Hair.
