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Rh Thence hear they many a midnight roar:

The lion strives to burst his cell:

The raging bear, the foaming boar

Alternate with the gaunt wolf's yell:

Whom from the human form divine

For malice' sake the ruthless queen

Had changed by pharmacy malign

To bristly hide and bestial mien.

So lest the pious Trojan train

Such dire enormity sustain,

The harbour should they reach, or land

On that inhospitable strand,

The Ocean-god inflates their sails

With breath of favourable gales,

And speeds their flight, and bears them safe

Where angry waves no longer chafe.

The sea was reddening with the dawn:

The queen of morn on high

Was seen in rosy chariot drawn

Against a saffron sky,

When on the bosom of the deep

The Zephyrs dropped at once to sleep,

And, struck with calm, the tired oars strain

Against the smooth unmoving main.

Now from the deep Æneas sees

A mighty grove of glancing trees.

Embowered amid the silvan scene

Old Tiber winds his banks between,

And in the lap of ocean pours

His gulfy stream, his sandy stores.

Around, gay birds of diverse wing,

Accustomed there to fly or sing,

Were fluttering on from spray to spray

And soothing ether with their lay.