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Andromache, the last gifts of thy kin.

       O thou, of my Astyanax the only image now!

       Such eyes he had, such hands he had, such countenance as thou,490

       And now with thee were growing up in equal tale of years.'

      Then I, departing, spake to them amid my rising tears:

       'Live happy! Ye with fortune's game have nothing more to play,

       While we from side to side thereof are hurried swift away.

       Your rest hath blossomed and brought forth; no sea-field shall ye till,

       Seeking the fields of Italy that fade before you still.

       Ye see another Xanthus here, ye see another Troy,

       Made by your hands for better days mehopes, and longer joy:

       And soothly less it lies across the pathway of the Greek,

       If ever I that Tiber flood and Tiber fields I seek500

       Shall enter, and behold the walls our folk shall win of fate.

       Twin cities some day shall we have, and folks confederate,

       Epirus and Hesperia; from Dardanus each came,

       One fate had each: them shall we make one city and the same,

       One Troy in heart: lo, let our sons of sons' sons see to it!'

      Past nigh Ceraunian mountain-sides thence o'er the sea we flit,

       Whence the sea-way to Italy the shortest may be made.

       But in the meanwhile sets the sun, the dusk hills lie in shade,

       And, choosing oar-wards, down we lie on bosom of the land

       So wished for: by the water-side and on the dry sea-strand510

       We tend our bodies here and there; sleep floodeth every limb.

       But ere the hour-bedriven night in midmost orb did swim,

       Nought slothful Palinurus rose, and wisdom strives to win

       Of all the winds: with eager ear the breeze he drinketh in;

       He noteth how through silent heaven the stars soft gliding fare,

       Arcturus, the wet Hyades, and either Northern Bear,

       And through and through he searcheth out Orion girt with gold.

       So when he sees how everything a peaceful sky foretold,

       He bloweth clear from off the poop, and we our campment shift,

       And try the road and spread abroad our sail-wings to the lift.520

      And now, the stars all put to flight, Aurora's blushes grow,

       When we behold dim fells afar and long lands lying low,

       —E'en Italy. Achates first cries out on Italy;

       To Italy our joyous folk glad salutation cry.

       Anchises then a mighty bowl crowned with a garland fair,

       And filled it with unwatered wine and called the Gods to hear,

       High standing on the lofty deck:

       'O Gods that rule the earth and sea, and all the tides of storm,

       Make our way easy with the wind, breathe on us kindly breath!'

      Then riseth up the longed-for breeze, the haven openeth530

       As nigh we draw, and on the cliff a fane of Pallas shows:

       Therewith our fellow-folk furl sail and shoreward turn the prows.

       Bow-wise the bight is hollowed out by eastward-setting flood,

       But over-foamed by salt-sea spray thrust out its twin horns stood,

       While it lay hidden; tower-like rocks let down on either hand

       Twin arms of rock-wall, and the fane lies backward from the stand.

      But I beheld upon the grass four horses, snowy white,

       Grazing the meadows far and wide, first omen of my sight.

       Father Anchises seeth and saith: 'New land, and bear'st thou war?

       For war are horses dight; so these war-threatening herd-beasts are.540

       Yet whiles indeed those four-foot things in car will well refrain,

       And tamed beneath the yoke will bear the bit and bridle's strain,

       So there is yet a hope of peace.'

       Then on the might we call

       Of Pallas of the weapon-din, first welcomer of all,

       And veil our brows before the Gods with cloth of Phrygian dye;

       And that chief charge of Helenus we do all rightfully,

       And Argive Juno worship there in such wise as is willed.

      We tarry not, but when all vows are duly there fulfilled,

       Unto the wind our sail-yard horns we fall to turn about,

       And leave the houses of the Greeks, and nursing fields of doubt.550

       And next is seen Tarentum's bay, the Herculean place

       If fame tell true; Lacinia then, the house of Gods, we face;

       And Caulon's towers, and Scylaceum, of old the shipman's bane.

       Then see we Ætna rise far off above Trinacria's main;

       Afar the mighty moan of sea, and sea-cliffs beaten sore,

       We hearken, and the broken voice that cometh from the shore:

       The sea leaps high upon the shoals, the eddy churns the sand.

      Then saith Anchises: 'Lo forsooth, Charybdis is at hand,

       Those rocks and stones the dread whereof did Helenus foretell.

       Save ye, O friends! swing out the oars together now and well!'560

      Nor worser than his word they do, and first the roaring beaks

       Doth Palinurus leftward wrest; then all the sea-host seeks

       With sail and oar the waters wild upon the left that lie:

       Upheaved upon the tossing whirl we fare unto the sky,

       Then down unto the nether Gods we sink upon the wave:

       Thrice from the hollow-carven rocks great roar the sea-cliffs gave;

       Thrice did we see the spray cast forth and stars with sea-dew done;

       But the wind left us weary folk at sinking of the sun,

       And on the Cyclops' strand we glide unwitting of the way.

      Locked from the wind the haven is, itself an ample bay;570

       But hard at hand mid ruin and fear doth Ætna thunder loud;

       And whiles it blasteth forth on air a black and dreadful cloud,

       That rolleth on a pitchy wreath, where bright the ashes mix,

       And heaveth up great globes of flame and heaven's high star-world licks,

       And other whiles the very cliffs, and riven mountain-maw

       It belches forth; the molten stones together will it draw

       Aloft with moan, and boileth o'er from lowest inner vale.

       This world of mountain presseth down, as told it is in tale,

       Enceladus the thunder-scorched; huge Ætna on him cast,

       From all her bursten furnaces breathes out his fiery blast;580

       And whensoe'er his weary side he shifteth, all the shore

       Trinacrian trembleth murmuring, and heaven is smoke-clad o'er.

      In thicket close we wear the night amidst these marvels dread,

       Nor may we see what thing it is that all that noise hath shed:

      

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