Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- So spake Apollo's aged prophetess.
- “Now up and on!” she cried. “Thy task fulfil!
- We must make speed. Behold yon arching doors
- Yon walls in furnace of the Cyclops forged!
- 'T is there we are commanded to lay down
- Th' appointed offering.” So, side by side,
- Swift through the intervening dark they strode,
- And, drawing near the portal-arch, made pause.
- Aeneas, taking station at the door,
- Pure, lustral waters o'er his body threw,
- And hung for garland there the Golden Bough.