Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Venus, the while, disturbed with grief and care,
- to Neptune thus her sorrowing heart outpoured:
- “Stern Juno's wrath and breast implacable
- compel me, Neptune, to abase my pride
- in lowly supplication. Lapse of days,
- nor prayers, nor virtues her hard heart subdue,
- nor Jove's command; nor will she rest or yield
- at Fate's decree. Her execrable grudge
- is still unfed, although she did consume
- the Trojan city, Phrygia's midmost throne,
- and though she has accomplished stroke on stroke
- of retribution. But she now pursues
- the remnant—aye! the ashes and bare bones
- of perished Ilium; though the cause and spring
- of wrath so great none but herself can tell.
- Wert thou not witness on the Libyan wave
- what storm she stirred, immingling sea and sky,
- and with Aeolian whirlwinds made her war, —
- in vain and insolent invasion, sire,
- of thine own realm and power? Behold, but now,
- goading to evil deeds the Trojan dames,
- she basely burned his ships; he in strange lands
- must leave the crews of his Iost fleet behind.
- O, I entreat thee, let the remnant sail
- in safety o'er thy sea, and end their way
- in Tiber's holy stream;—if this my prayer
- be lawful, and that city's rampart proud
- be still what Fate intends.”Then Saturn's son,
- the ruler of the seas profound, replied:
- “Queen of Cythera, it is meet for thee
- to trust my waves from which thyself art sprung.
- Have I not proved a friend, and oft restrained
- the anger and wild wrath of seas and skies?
- On land, let Simois and Xanthus tell
- if I have loved Aeneas! On that day
- Achilles drove the shuddering hosts of Troy
- in panic to the walls, and hurled to death
- innumerable foes, until the streams
- were choked with dead, and Xanthus scarce could find
- his wonted path to sea; that self-same day,
- aeneas, spent, and with no help of Heaven,
- met Peleus' dreadful son:—who else but I
- in cloudy mantle bore him safe afar?
- Though 't was my will to cast down utterly
- the walls of perjured Troy, which my own hands
- had built beside the sea. And even to-day
- my favor changes not. Dispel thy fear!
- Safe, even as thou prayest, he shall ride
- to Cumae's haven, where Avernus lies.
- One only sinks beneath th' engulfing seas, —
- one life in lieu of many.” Having soothed
- and cheered her heart divine, the worshipped sire
- flung o'er his mated steeds a yoke of gold,
- bridled the wild, white mouths, and with strong hand
- shook out long, Ioosened reins. His azure car
- skimmed light and free along the crested waves;
- before his path the rolling billows all
- were calm and still, and each o'er-swollen flood
- sank 'neath his sounding wheel; while from the skies
- the storm-clouds fled away. Behind him trailed
- a various company; vast bulk of whales,
- the hoary band of Glaucus, Ino's son,
- Palaemon and the nimble Tritons all,
- the troop of Phorcus; and to leftward ranged
- Thalia, Thetis, and fair Alelite,
- with virgin Panopea, and the nymphs
- Nesaea, Spio and Cymodoce.