But good AEneas seeks the castled height And temple, to the great Apollo dear, And the vast cave where, hidden far from sight Within her sanctuary dark and drear, Dwells the dread Sibyl, whom the Delian seer Inspires with soul and wisdom to unfold The things to come .-- So now, approaching near Through Trivia's grove, the temple they behold, And entering, see the roof all glittering with gold.
III.

Fame is, that Daedalus, adventuring forth On rapid wings, from Minos' realms in flight, Trusted the sky, and to the frosty North Swam his strange way, till on the tower-girt height Of Chalcis gently he essayed to light.
Here, touching first the wished-for land again, To thee, great Phoebus, and thy guardian might, He vowed, and bade as offerings to remain, The oarage of his wings, and built a stately fane.
IV.

Androgeos' death is graven on the gate; There stand the sons of Cecrops, doomed each year With seven victims to atone his fate.
The lots are drawn; the fatal urn is near.
Here, o'er the deep the Gnossian fields appear, The bull--the cruel passion--the embrace Stol'n from Pasiphae--all the tale is here; The Minotaur, half human, beast in face, Record of nameless lust, and token of disgrace.
V.

There, toil-wrought house and labyrinthine grove, With tangled maze, too intricate to tread, But that, in pity for the queen's great love, Its secret Daedalus revealed, and led Her lover's blinded footsteps with a thread.
There, too, had sorrow not the wish denied, Thy name and fame, poor Icarus, were read.
Twice in the gold to carve thy fate he tried, And twice the father's hands dropped faltering to his side.
VI.

So they in gazing had the time beguiled, But now, returning from his quest, comes near Achates, with Deiphobe, the child Of Glaucus, Phoebus' and Diana's seer.
"Not this," she cries, "the time for tarrying here For shows like these.