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 But she looked, down, turning her face aside, A face as unresponsive to appeal As a hard flint or a high marble mountain. Then darting back, down the dark grove she flies Unfriendly, where Sichæus, her old spouse, His gentleness love’s proxy, tends her still. Æneas, victim of a chance unfair Still follows, weeps, and pities as she flies. But now, their journey’s settled path pursuing, On to the ultimate secret fields they move, Where walk the mighty Captains. Tydeus here He saw, and Parthenopæus, warrior bold, And one that seemed Adrastus, and so pale, And all the war-mown Trojans, for whose fate Such tears had been shed in the face of heaven. Rank upon rank he, sorrowful, saw them,– Glaucus and Medon and Thersilochus, Antenor’s son and Polyphuates, vowed Demeter’s, and still armed, still charioted Idaeus. Right and left the Spirits crowd To their eyes’ festival, to dally pleased, Or step beside, or ask him all his tale. But when the Danaan phalanx and great hosts Of Agamemnon saw a Man and Arms That flashed among the shadows, terrible fear Set them aquiver: as to the ships of old, Some turned to flee: some raised a little cry, So thin its echoes mocked their gaping mouths. Here saw he Priam’s son, Deiphobus, With all his body rent, all his face torn 207