...ire took divers shapes; a lance afar Would seem to quiver or a misty torch; A noiseless thunderbolt from cloudless sky Rushed down, and drawing fire in northern parts Plunged on the summit of the Alban mount. The stars that run their courses in the void Of night, came forth at noontide, and the moon Whose orb complete gave back her brother's rays, Hid by the shade of earth, grew pale and wan. ...