Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Night's course half run, soon as the first repose
- had banished sleep,—what time some careful wife
- whose distaff and Minerva's humble toil
- must earn her bread, rekindling her warm hearth,
- adds a night-burden to her laboring day,
- and by the torch-light cheers her maidens on
- to their long tasks; that so her husband's bed
- she may in honor keep, and train to power
- her dear men-children—at such prime of morn,
- with not less eager mind the Lord of Fire
- fled his soft couch and to his forges tried.
- An island near Aeolian Lipara
- not far from a Sicilian headland lies,
- where smoking rocks precipitously tower
- above a vast vault, which the Cyclops' skill
- outhollowed large as Aetna's thunderous caves.
- There ring the smitten anvils, and the roof
- re-echoes, roaring loud. Chalybian ores
- hiss in the gloom, and from the furnace mouths
- puff the hot-panting fires. 'T is Vulcan's seat,
- and all that island is Vulcania.
- Thither descended now the god of fire
- from height of heaven. At their task were found
- the Cyclops in vast cavern forging steel,
- naked Pyracmon and gigantic-limbed
- Brontes and Steropes; beneath their blows
- a lightning-shaft, half-shaped, half-burnished lay,
- such as the Thunderer is wont to fling
- in numbers from the sky, but formless still.
- Three strands of whirling storm they wove with three
- of bursting cloud, and three did interfuse
- of ruddy-gleaming fires and winged winds;
- then fearful lightnings on the skilful forge
- they welded with loud horror, and with flames
- that bear swift wrath from Jove. Elsewhere a crew
- toiled at the chariot and winged wheel
- wherewith the war-god wakens from repose
- heroes and peopled cities. Others wrought
- the awful Aegis, herald of dismay,
- by angry Pallas worn; they burnished bright
- the golden serpent-scales and wreathing snakes,
- till from the corselet of the goddess glared
- the Gorgon's severed head and rolling eyes.
- “Cyclops of Aetna,” Vulcan cried, “have done!
- Leave ev'ry task unfinished, and receive
- my new command! Good armor must be forged
- for warrior brave. For this I need to use
- your utmost sinew and your swiftest hand,
- with all your master skill. No lingering now!”
- Swift the command, and swiftly they divide
- to each his portion, and united urge
- the common task. Forth fow the molten streams
- of brass and gold, and, melted in fierce fiame,
- the deeply-wounding steel like liquid flows.
- A mighty shield took shape, its single orb
- sufficient to withstand the gathered shock
- of all the Latin arms; for seven times
- they welded ring with ring. Some deftly ply
- the windy bellows, which receive and give
- the roaring blasts; some plunge in cooling pond
- the hissing metal, while the smithy floor
- groans with the anvil's weight, as side by side
- they lift their giant arms in numbered blows
- and roll with gripe of tongs the ponderous bars.