Needed neither bit nor bridle,
Thought instinctive reined the creature.
[Blackie’s translation]
As a preliminary to his departure at vs. 397, he says:
I go, and quickly. My four-footed bird
Brushes the broad path of the limpid air
With forward wing: right gladly will he bend
The wearied knee on his familiar stall.
[Blackie’s translation]