37/41 Distant shine The just, where Cato stands, dealing the law divine. The swelling ocean in the midst is seen, All golden, but the billow's hoary spray Foams o'er the blue. Dolphins of silvery sheen Lash the white eddies with their tails in play, Cleaving the surges. In the centre lay The brazen fleets, all panoplied for war, 'Tis Actium's fight; Leucate's headland grey Boils with the tumult of the distant jar, And golden glow the waves, effulgent from afar. Augustus his Italians leads from home, High on the stern. |