Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Now Sleep has portals twain, whereof the one
- Is horn, they say, and easy exit gives
- To visions true; the other, gleaming white
- With polished ivory, the.dead employ
- To people night with unsubstantial dreams.
- Here now Anchises bids his son farewell;
- And with Sibylla, his companion sage,
- Up through that ivory portal lets him rise.
- Back to his fleet and his dear comrades all
- Aeneas hastes.Then hold they their straight course
- Into Caieta's bay. An anchor holds
- Each lofty prow; the sterns stand firm on shore.