The knees of all the Latines 31. And Aulus the Dictator Stroked Auster's raven mane, With heed he looked unto the girths, With heed unto the rein. "Now bear me well, black Auster, Into yon thick array; And thou and I will have revenge 32. So spake he; and was buckling Tighter black Auster's band, When he was aware of a princely pair That rode at his right hand. So like they were, no mortal Might one from other know: White as snow their armour was: Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armour gleam; And never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly stream. 33. And all who saw them trembled, And pale grew every cheek; Charge for the hearth of Vesta! 36. Then the fierce trumpet-flourish From earth to heaven arose, The kites know well the long stern swell Then the good sword of Aulus Then, like a crag down Apennine, Behind them Rome's long battle Blades all in line below. So comes the Po in flood-time Upon the Celtic plain: So comes the squall, blacker than night, Upon the Adrian main. Now, by our Sire Quirinus, It was a goodly sight To see the thirty standards Swept down the tide of flight. So flies the spray of Adria When the black squall doth blow; So corn-sheaves in the flood-time Spin down the whirling Po. False Sextus to the mountains Turned first his horse's head: And fast fled Ferentinum, And fast Circeium fled. Threw shield and spear away. From where the apple blossoms wave On Anio's echoing banks, And Tullus of Arpinum, Chief of the Volscian aids, And Metius with the long fair curls, The love of Anxur's maids, And the white head of Vulso, And Nepos of Laurentum, Felt the good Roman steel, Sate in the Eastern Gate. In all Etruria's colleges Was no such Pontiff found. And all around the portal, And high above the wall, That might not bear the mail, To listen for the rushing Of horse-hoofs from the east. The mist of eve was rising, The sun was hastening down, When he was aware of a princely pair Fast pricking towards the town. |