Apollo's

Artemis is Apollo's sister.

"In doubt, we bade Eurypylus explore / Apollo's oracle, and back he brought / the dismal news: With blood, a maiden's gore, / ye stilled the winds, when Trojan shores ye sought. / With blood again must your return be bought; / an Argive victim doth the God demand."

Then Dymas brave / and Hypanis by comrades' hands are slain. / Nor, Panthus, thee thy piety can save, / nor e'en Apollo's wreath preserve thee from the grave.

Hither we sail and on this island fair, / worn out, find welcome in a sheltered bay, / and, landing, hail Apollo's town with prayer.

Soon, where Leucate lifts her cloud-capt head, / looms forth Apollo's fane, the seaman's name of dread.

This said, / I ceased, and Helenus with slaughtered kine / implores the god, and from his sacred head / unbinds the wreath, and leads me to the shrine, / awed by Apollo's power, and chants the doom divine:

Then to Anchises, as he bids us spread / the sails, with reverence speaks Apollo's seer, / "Far-famed Anchises, honoured with the bed / of haughty Venus, Heaven's peculiar care, / Twice saved from Troy! behold Ausonia there, / steer towards her coasts, yet skirt them; far away / that region lies, which Phoebus doth prepare. / Blest in thy son's devotion, take thy way. / Why should more words of mine the rising South delay?"