Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- A king we had; Aeneas,—never man
- in all the world more loyal, just and true,
- nor mightier in arms! If Heaven decree
- his present safety, if he now do breathe
- the air of earth and is not buried low
- among the dreadful shades, then fear not thou!
- For thou wilt never rue that thou wert prompt
- to do us the first kindness. O'er the sea
- in the Sicilian land, are cities proud,
- with martial power, and great Acestes there
- is of our Trojan kin. So grant us here
- to beach our shattered ships along thy shore,
- and from thy forest bring us beam and spar
- to mend our broken oars. Then, if perchance
- we find once more our comrades and our king,
- and forth to Italy once more set sail,
- to Italy, our Latin hearth and home,
- we will rejoicing go. But if our weal
- is clean gone by, and thee, blest chief and sire,
- these Libyan waters keep, and if no more
- Iulus bids us hope,—then, at the least,
- to yon Sicilian seas, to friendly lands
- whence hither drifting with the winds we came,
- let us retrace the journey and rejoin
- good King Acestes.” So Ilioneus
- ended his pleading; the Dardanidae
- murmured assent.
- Then Dido, briefly and with downcast eyes,
- her answer made: “O Teucrians, have no fear!
- Bid care begone! It was necessity,
- and my young kingdom's weakness, which compelled
- the policy of force, and made me keep
- such vigilant sentry my wide co'ast along.
- Aeneas and his people, that fair town
- of Troy—who knows them not? The whole world knows
- those valorous chiefs and huge, far-flaming wars.
- Our Punic hearts are not of substance all
- insensible and dull: the god of day
- drives not his fire-breathing steeds so far
- from this our Tyrian town. If ye would go
- to great Hesperia, where Saturn reigned,
- or if voluptuous Eryx and the throne
- of good Acestes be your journey's end,
- I send you safe; I speed you on your way.
- But if in these my realms ye will abide,
- associates of my power, behold, I build
- this city for your own! Choose haven here
- for your good ships. Beneath my royal sway
- Trojan and Tyrian equal grace will find.
- But O, that this same storm had brought your King.
- Aeneas, hither! I will bid explore
- our Libya's utmost bound, where haply he
- in wilderness or hamlet wanders lost.”
- By these fair words to joy profoundly stirred,
- Father Aeneas and Achates brave
- to cast aside the cloud that wrapped them round
- yearned greatly; and Achates to his King
- spoke thus: “O goddess-born, in thy wise heart
- what purpose rises now? Lo! All is well!
- Thy fleet and followers are safe at land.
- One only comes not, who before our eyes
- sank in the soundless sea. All else fulfils
- thy mother's prophecy.” Scarce had he spoke
- when suddenly that overmantling cloud
- was cloven, and dissolved in lucent air;
- forth stood Aeneas. A clear sunbeam smote
- his god-like head and shoulders. Venus' son
- of his own heavenly mother now received
- youth's glowing rose, an eye of joyful fire,
- and tresses clustering fair. 'T is even so
- the cunning craftsman unto ivory gives
- new beauty, or with circlet of bright gold
- encloses silver or the Parian stone.
- Thus of the Queen he sued, while wonderment
- fell on all hearts. “Behold the man ye seek,
- for I am here! Aeneas, Trojan-born,
- brought safely hither from yon Libyan seas!
- O thou who first hast looked with pitying eye
- on Troy's unutterable grief, who even to us
- (escaped our Grecian victor, and outworn
- by all the perils land and ocean know),
- to us, bereft and ruined, dost extend
- such welcome to thy kingdom and thy home!
- I have no power, Dido, to give thanks
- to match thine ample grace; nor is there power
- in any remnant of our Dardan blood,
- now fled in exile o'er the whole wide world.
- May gods on high (if influence divine
- bless faithful lives, or recompense be found
- in justice and thy self-approving mind)
- give thee thy due reward. What age was blest
- by such a birth as thine? What parents proud
- such offspring bore? O, while the rivers run
- to mingle with the sea, while shadows pass
- along yon rounded hills from vale to vale,
- and while from heaven's unextinguished fire
- the stars be fed—so Iong thy glorious name,
- thy place illustrious and thy virtue's praise,
- abide undimmed.—Yet I myself must go
- to lands I know not where.” After this word
- his right hand clasped his Ioved Ilioneus,
- his left Serestus; then the comrades all,
- brave Gyas, brave Cloanthus, and their peers.