Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Soon as the funeral pyre was builded high
- in a sequestered garden, Iooming huge
- with boughs of pine and faggots of cleft oak,
- the queen herself enwreathed it with sad flowers
- and boughs of mournful shade; and crowning all
- she laid on nuptial bed the robes and sword
- by him abandoned; and stretched out thereon
- a mock Aeneas;—but her doom she knew.
- Altars were there; and with loose locks unbound
- the priestess with a voice of thunder called
- three hundred gods, Hell, Chaos, the three shapes
- of triple Hecate, the faces three
- of virgin Dian. She aspersed a stream
- from dark Avernus drawn, she said; soft herbs
- were cut by moonlight with a blade of bronze,
- oozing black poison-sap; and she had plucked
- that philter from the forehead of new foal
- before its dam devours. Dido herself,
- sprinkling the salt meal, at the altar stands;
- one foot unsandalled, and with cincture free,
- on all the gods and fate-instructed stars,
- foreseeing death, she calls. But if there be
- some just and not oblivious power on high,
- who heeds when lovers plight unequal vow,
- to that god first her supplications rise.