“Now dressed in every kind of gorgeous garment
And gold-festooned, fun-loving Aphrodite
Left fragrant Cyprus—straight to Troy she headed.
High in the clouds she made a speedy journey
To Ida (rich in springs, mother of wild things)
And walked across the mountain to the shelter.
A rush of bears and fast, deer-gobbling leopards,
Gray wolves, and bright-eyed lions fawned around her.
She had a look at these and found them charming.
She tossed some lust to make the whole assortment
Pair off and do it in the shadowy coverts.
But on she went and reached the well-built shanties
At the camp and found Anchises on his own there,
A hero with god-derived good looks. The others
Were out escorting cows through grassy pastures—
All of them. They had left him by himself there.”