What certain seat, where I may worship thee,
For aye, with temples vowed, and virgin quires."
"To whom, sleeping before the altar," says the poet, "Diana in a vision that night, thus answered:—
"Brute, sub occasum solis:"
"Brutus, far to the west, in th' ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old:
Now void, it fits thy people. Thither bend
Thy course: there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,