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 Virgil's Æneid, Book VI

(ll. 1-19) Tearful he spake: then drave the fleet along: At length to Cumæ, by Eubœans raised, They gliding came: set prows to face the sea, Struck deep the anchor’s stubborn tooth, festooned Its harbour with the sweep of curved array. Then leap the young ashore with flashing souls (Are not the sands Hesperian?): they strike Flints for their veins’ hot secret, or they stray With cleavesome axe unhoming furry beasts Or shew on what tracks water may be found. But this meanwhile god-fearing Æneas Seeks the gapped cave where high Apollo reigns And his dire Sybil murmurs truth of doom, Mind and soul breathed on by the god-inspired To flash out prophecies. They have come near Diana’s garden and her golden fane. Dædalus once, Minoan realms to flee 198