The birds of air, and fishes of the deep,
}
{ And beasts, and mortal men. The Trojan chief
{ Was laid on Tyber's banks, oppressed with grief,
{ And found, in silent slumber, late relief.
Then, through the shadows of the poplar wood,
Arose the father of the Roman flood;
An azure robe was o'er his body spread,
A wreath of shady reeds adorned his head:
Thus, manifest to sight, the god appeared,