'Take these things, too, and may they be remembrances
Of my hands, child, and token of my love,
The long love of Andromache, Hector's dearest.
Final gifts of your own people: take them,
You that alone remind me of Astyanax.
His eyes, his hands, his look—all were like yours.
He would be your age, growing up like you.' (3.648-653)
In that high sculpture you, too, would have had
Your great part, Icarus, had grief allowed.
Twice your father had tried to shape your fall
In gold, but twice his hands dropped. (6.47-50)
(Anchises): "These other souls, When they have turned Time's wheel a thousand years, The god calls in a crowd to Lethe stream, That there unmemoried they may see again The heavens and wish re-entry into bodies." (6.1004-1008)