Beyond the river was the sea that boomed.
Their barge was lit with lightnings of delight.
Of this, the good Aeneas too had dreamed
While the unshaken towers of Ilium gleamed.
Ah! cry the sailors, “whom we loved must wait.
There’s no turning back from the open track to the gates of fate.”
The cicadas drone;
Desert winds blow
As oarsmen row
Their Queen alone