"'If ever Tiber and the fields I see Washed by her waves, ere mingling with the brine, And build the city which the Fates decree, Then kindred towns and neighbouring folk shall join, Yours in Epirus, in Hesperia mine, And linked thenceforth in sorrow and in joy, With Dardanus the founder of each line,-- So let posterity its pains employ, Two nations, one in heart, shall make another Troy.' LXV.

"On fly the barks o'er ocean.

Near us frown Ceraunia's rocks, whence shortest lies the way To Italy.

And now the sun goes down, And darkness gathers on the mountains grey.
Close by the water, in a sheltered bay, A few as guardians of the oars we choose, Then stretched at random on the beach we lay Our limbs to rest, and on the toil-worn crews Sleep steals in silence down, and sheds her kindly dews.
LXVI.

"Nor yet had Night climbed heaven, when up from sleep Starts Palinurus, and with listening ear Catches the breeze.