At once AEneas on the dusty plain Marks the Laurentine columns far away.
At once, in arms, fierce Turnus knows again The dread AEneas, and he hears the neigh Of steeds, and tramp of footmen in array.
Then each the fight had ventured, as they stood, But rosy Phoebus, with declining day, His steeds was bathing in the Iberian flood; So by the walls they camp, and make the ramparts good..