1 One, wherein loyal Orontes and his Lycians rode, before their lord's eyes a vast sea descending strikes astern.
2 Stirred by these words brave Achates and lord Aeneas both ere now burned to break through the cloud.
3 This was the end of Priam's fortunes; thus did allotted fate find him, with burning Troy and her sunken towers before his eyes, once magnificent lord over so many peoples and lands of Asia.
4 Their lord himself pours courage and prosperous strength on the Grecians, himself stirs the gods against the arms of Dardania.
5 Scarcely had the first summer set in, when lord Anchises bids us spread our sails to fortune, and weeping I leave the shores and havens of my country, and the plains where once was Troy.
6 With many searchings of heart I prayed the woodland nymphs, and lord Gradivus, who rules in the Getic fields, to make the sight propitious as was meet and lighten the omen.
7 This is our true dwelling place; hence is Dardanus sprung, and lord Iasius, the first source of our race.
8 Then lord Anchises enwreathed a great bowl and filled it up with wine; and called on the gods, standing high astern.
9 And lord Anchises: "War dost thou carry, land of our sojourn; horses are armed in war, and menace of war is in this herd."
10 And lord Anchises: "Of a surety this is that Charybdis; of these cliffs, these awful rocks did Helenus prophesy."
11 Thus lord Aeneas with all attent retold alone the divine doom and the history of his goings.
12 First they visit the shrines, and desire grace from altar to altar; they sacrifice sheep fitly chosen to Ceres the Lawgiver, to Phoebus and lord Lyaeus, to Juno before all, guardian of the marriage bond.
13 Likewise there was within the house a marble temple of her ancient lord, kept of her in marvellous honour, and fastened with snowy fleeces and festal boughs.
14 Here lord Aeneas set up a goal of leafy ilex, a mark for the sailors to know whence to return, where to wheel their long course round.
15 He spoke, and far beneath the flood maiden Panopea heard him, with all Phorcus' choir of Nereids, and lord Portunus with his own mighty hand pushed him on his way.