1 We put out from harbour, and lands and towns sink away.
2 Thence he seeks the harbour and parts them among all his company.
3 Italy is your goal; wooing the winds you shall go to Italy, and enter her harbours unhindered.
4 The ship flies to land swifter than the wind or an arrow's flight, and shoots into the deep harbour.
5 But the tribe of the Cyclopes, roused from the high wooded hills, run to the harbour and fill the shore.
6 Then I bid leave the harbour and sit down at the thwarts; emulously my comrades strike the water, and sweep through the seas.
7 The breezes freshen at his prayer, and now the harbour opens out nearer at hand, and a temple appears on the Fort of Minerva.
8 There lies a spot deep withdrawn; an island forms a harbour with outstretched sides, whereon all the waves break from the open sea and part into the hollows of the bay.
9 Up then, and, glad with the first sunbeam, let us explore and search all abroad from our harbour, what is the country, who its habitants, where is the town of the nation.
10 No more do the unfinished towers rise, no more do the people exercise in arms, nor work for safety in war on harbour or bastion; the works hang broken off, vast looming walls and engines towering into the sky.
11 As they again disport with clapping wings, and utter their notes as they circle the sky in company, even so do these ships and crews of thine either lie fast in harbour or glide under full sail into the harbour mouth.
12 We leave the harbour of Ortygia, and fly along the main, by the revel-trod ridges of Naxos, by green Donusa, Olearos and snow-white Paros, and the sea-strewn Cyclades, threading the racing channels among the crowded lands.
13 The harbour is scooped into an arch by the Eastern flood; reefs run out and foam with the salt spray; itself it lies concealed; turreted walls of rock let down their arms on either hand, and the temple retreats from the beach.