My sire Anchises! Snatched in vain
From death, you leave me with my pain,
Dear father! Not the Trojan seer
In all that catalogue of fear,
Not dire Celæno dared foreshow
This irremediable blow!
That was the limit of my woes:
There all my journeyings found their close:
’Twas thence I parted, to be driven
On this your coast, by will of Heaven.’
While all beside were still,
Rehearsed the fortunes of his sail,
And fate’s mysterious will:
Then to its close his legend brought,
And gladly took the rest he sought.