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Rh Æneas' fleet he sees dispersed,

Whelmed by fierce wave and stormy burst:

Nor failed a brother's eye to read

Junonian rancour in the deed.

Forthwith he summoned East and West,

And thus his kingly wrath expressed:—

'How now? presume ye on your birth

To blend in chaos skies and earth,

And billowy mountains heavenward heave,

Bold Winds, without my sovereign leave?

Whom I—but rather were it good

To pacify yon troubled flood.

Offend once more, and ye shall pay

Upon a heavier reckoning day.

Back to your master instant flee,

And tell him, not to him but me

The imperial trident of the sea

Fell by the lot's award:

His is that prison-house of stone,

A mansion, Eurus, all your own:

There let him lord it to his mind,

The jailor-monarch of the wind,

But keep its portal barred.'

He said, and, ere his words were done,

Allays the surge, brings back the sun:

Triton and swift Cymothoe drag

The ships from off the pointed crag:

He, trident-armed, each dull weight heaves,

Through the vast shoals a passage cleaves,

Makes smooth the ruffled wave, and rides

Calm o'er the surface of the tides.

As when sedition oft has stirred

In some great town the vulgar herd,

And brands and stones already fly—

For rage has weapons always nigh—