Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Forth o'er the seas we sped and kept our course
- nigh the Ceraunian headland, where begins
- the short sea-passage unto Italy.
- Soon sank the sun, while down the shadowed hills
- stole deeper gloom; then making shore, we flung
- our bodies on a dry, sea-bordering sand,
- couched on earth's welcome breast; the oars were ranged
- in order due; the tides of slumber dark
- o'erflowed our lives. But scarce the chariot
- of Night, on wings of swift, obedient Hours,
- had touched the middle sky, when wakeful sprang
- good Palinurus from his pillowed stone:
- with hand at ear he caught each airy gust
- and questioned of the winds; the gliding stars
- he called by name, as onward they advanced
- through the still heaven; Arcturus he beheld,
- the Hyades, rain-bringers, the twin Bears,
- and vast Orion girt in golden arms.
- He blew a trumpet from his ship; our camp
- stirred to the signal for embarking; soon
- we rode the seas once more with swelling sail.