Of pitch-pine, ilex, and the mountain-ash,
While heart of oak had to admit a wedge,
And giants rolled down many a hill ledge.
In all the toil none bore sturdier part
Than Æneas; for he, and with full heart,
Grieved for a loyal ally; but his brain,
With that central thought, took a wider train:
“Forests as this,” he mused, “the whole land through!
How to track to one tree a single bough!
Yet”—as of Misenus—“could the Maid tell