The affection also which Venus entertained for Anchises, a youth
distinguished by the most exquisite beauty, again drew her {68} from
heaven, and induced her often to visit, in all her glory, the woods and
solitary retreats of Mount Ida.
"She comes! the Goddess; through the whispering air,
Bright as the morn, descends her blushing car,
Each circling wheel a wreath of flowers entwines,
And gemmed with flowers, the silken harness shines;
The golden bits with flowery studs are decked,
And knots of flowers the crimson reins connect.
And now on earth the silver axle rings,
And the shell sinks upon its slender springs;
Light from her airy seat the Goddess bounds,
And steps celestial, press the pansied grounds."