Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- A spreading bay is there, impregnable
- to all invading storms; and Aetna's throat
- with roar of frightful ruin thunders nigh.
- Now to the realm of light it lifts a cloud
- of pitch-black, whirling smoke, and fiery dust,
- shooting out globes of flame, with monster tongues
- that lick the stars; now huge crags of itself,
- out of the bowels of the mountain torn,
- its maw disgorges, while the molten rock
- rolls screaming skyward; from the nether deep
- the fathomless abyss makes ebb and flow.
- Enceladus, his body lightning-scarred,
- lies prisoned under all, so runs the tale:
- o'er him gigantic Aetna breathes in fire
- from crack and seam; and if he haply turn
- to change his wearied side, Trinacria's isle
- trembles and moans, and thick fumes mantle heaven.
- That night in screen and covert of a grove
- we bore the dire convulsion, unaware
- whence the loud horror came. For not a star
- its lamp allowed, nor burned in upper sky
- the constellated fires, but all was gloom,
- and frowning night confined the moon in cloud.