Then from my couch up starting, drest
Like Spartan nymph in zoneless vest,
At Dian’s shrine an ineffectual prayer
Did I address; for hither led,
First having viewed my husband dead,
Full oft I in despair,
As the proud vessel sailed from land,
Looked back, and saw my native walls laid low,
Then fainting with excess of woe
At length lost sight of Ilion’s strand.