In tawny robes of fur, the trophies of the chase,
Or with triumphant shouts close pressing in pursuit
The foaming boar,—I fain would know their course.
Æneas (326-334):
Fair maid,
No huntress of thy train have we beheld, nor heard
The clamor of their chase.—But oh, no mortal maid
Art thou! Th’ immortal beauty of thy face and voice
Proclaim thee goddess. Art thou Phœbus’ sister then?
Or some fair nymph? Whoe’er thou art, we crave thy grace: