1 Servants pour water on their hands, serve corn from baskets, and bring napkins with close-cut pile.
2 We in a flutter of affright shook out the blazing hair and quenched the holy fires with spring water.
3 Scattered swimmers appear in the vast eddy, armour of men, timbers and Trojan treasure amid the water.
4 Here the Cyllenian, poised evenly on his wings, made a first stay; hence he shot himself sheer to the water.
5 We are lifted skyward on the crescent wave, and again sunk deep into the nether world as the water is sucked away.
6 The oars are snapped; the prow swings away and gives her side to the waves; down in a heap comes a broken mountain of water.
7 Then I bid leave the harbour and sit down at the thwarts; emulously my comrades strike the water, and sweep through the seas.
8 The sails drop; we swing back to the oars; without delay the sailors strongly toss up the foam, and sweep through the green water.
9 Even as bidden they do; and first Palinurus swung the gurgling prow leftward through the water; to the left all our squadron bent with oar and wind.
10 On the right Scylla keeps guard, on the left unassuaged Charybdis, who thrice swallows the vast flood sheer down her swirling gulf, and ever again hurls it upward, lashing the sky with water.
11 We choose a place, and fling ourselves on the lap of earth at the water's edge, and, allotting the oars, spread ourselves on the dry beach for refreshment: the dew of slumber falls on our weary limbs.
12 Not so furiously when a foaming river bursts his banks and overflows, beating down the opposing dykes with whirling water, is he borne mounded over the fields, and sweeps herds and pens all about the plains.
13 On this side and that enormous cliffs rise threatening heaven, and twin crags beneath whose crest the sheltered water lies wide and calm; above hangs a background of flickering forest, and the dark shade of rustling groves.
14 Meanwhile Neptune discerned with astonishment the loud roaring of the vexed sea, the tempest let loose from prison, and the still water boiling up from its depths, and lifting his head calm above the waves, looked forth across the deep.
15 But when at thy departure the wind hath borne thee to the Sicilian coast, and the barred straits of Pelorus open out, steer for the left-hand country and the long circuit of the seas on the left hand; shun the shore and water on thy right.
16 Ere now the stout ship of Ilioneus, ere now of brave Achates, and she wherein Abas rode, and she wherein aged Aletes, have yielded to the storm; through the shaken fastenings of their sides they all draw in the deadly water, and their opening seams give way.
17 Long-haired Iopas on his gilded lyre fills the chamber with songs ancient Atlas taught; he sings of the wandering moon and the sun's travails; whence is the human race and the brute, whence water and fire; of Arcturus, the rainy Hyades, and the twin Oxen; why wintry suns make such haste to dip in ocean, or what delay makes the nights drag lingeringly.
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