Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Day now had left the sky. The moon benign
- had driven her night-wandering chariot
- to the mid-arch of heaven. Aeneas sate,
- for thought and care allowed him no repose,
- holding the helm and tending his own sails.
- but, as he sped, behold, the beauteous train,
- lately his own, of nymphs, anon transformed
- by kind Cybebe to sea-ruling powers.
- In even ranks they swam the cloven wave,—
- nymphs now, but once as brazen galleys moored
- along the sandy shore. With joy they knew
- their King from far, and with attending train
- around him drew. Cymodocea then,
- best skilled in mortal speech, sped close behind,
- with her right hand upon the stern, uprose
- breast-high, and with her left hand deeply plied
- the silent stream, as to the wondering King
- she called: “So late on watch, O son of Heaven,
- Aeneas? Slack thy sail, but still watch on!
- We were the pine-trees on the holy top
- of Ida's mountain. Sea-nymphs now are we,
- and thine own fleet. When, as we fled, the flames
- rained o'er us from the false Rutulian's hand
- 't was all unwillingly we cast away
- thy serviceable chains: and now once more
- we follow thee across the sea. These forms
- our pitying mother bade us take, with power
- to haunt immortally the moving sea.
- Lo, thy Ascanius lies close besieged
- in moated walls, assailed by threatening arms
- and Latium's front of war. Arcadia,
- her horsemen with the bold Etruscan joined,
- stands at the place appointed. Turnus means,
- with troop opposing, their advance to bar
- and hold them from the camp. Arouse thee, then,
- and with the rising beams of dawn call forth
- thy captains and their followers. Take that shield
- victorious, which for thee the Lord of Fire
- forged for a gift and rimmed about with gold.
- To-morrow's light—deem not my words be vain!—
- shall shine on huge heaps of Rutulia's dead.”
- So saying, she pushed with her right hand the stern
- with skilful thrust, and vanished. The ship sped
- swift as a spear, or as an arrow flies
- no whit behind the wind: and all the fleet
- quickened its course. Anchises' princely son,
- dumb and bewildered stood, but took good heart
- at such an omen fair. Then in few words
- with eyes upturned to heaven he made his prayer:
- “Mother of gods, O Ida's Queen benign,
- who Iovest Dindymus and towns with towers,
- and lion-yokes obedient to thy rein,
- be thou my guide in battle, and fulfil
- thine augury divine. In Phrygia's cause
- be present evermore with favoring power!”
- He spoke no more. For now the wheels of day
- had sped full circle into perfect light,
- the dark expelling. Then, for his first care,
- he bade his captains heed the signal given,
- equip their souls for war, and wait in arms
- the coming fray. Now holds he full in view
- his Trojans and their fortress, as he stands
- upon his towering ship. With his left hand
- he lifts his radiant shield; then from the wall
- the Dardan warriors send a battle-cry
- that echoes to the stars, as kindling hope
- their rage renews. A flight of spears they hurl:
- 't was like the cranes of Strymon, through dark clouds
- each other calling, when they cleave the skies
- vociferous, outwinging as they fly
- the swift south winds—Ioud music them pursues.
- Amazement on Ausonia's captains fell
- and Turnus, as they gazed. But soon they saw
- ships pointing shoreward and the watery plain
- all stirring with a fleet. Aeneas' helm
- uplifted its bright peak,—like streaming flame
- the crimson crest; his shield of orbed gold
- poured forth prodigious fire: it seemed as when
- in cloudless night a comet's blood-red beam
- makes mournful splendor, or the Dog-star glows,
- which rises to bring drought and pestilence
- to hapless men, and with ill-omened ray
- saddens the sky. But Turnus, undismayed,
- trusted not less to hurl th' invaders back
- and hold the shore against them. “Look!” he cried,
- your prayer is come to pass,—that sword in hand
- ye now may shatter them. The might of Mars
- is in a true man's blow. Remember well
- each man his home and wife! Now call to mind
- the glory and great deeds of all your sires!
- Charge to yon river-bank, while yet they take
- with weak and fearful steps their shoreward way!
- Fortune will help the brave.” With words like these,
- he chose, well-weighing, who should lead the charge,
- who at the leaguered walls the fight sustain.