What gloomy caverns, unfrequented shades?
In what recesses shall I raise
My voice to sacred Cæsar’s deathless praise,
Amid the stars to bid him shine,
Ranked in the councils of the powers divine?
Some bolder song shall wake the lyre,
And sounds unknown its trembling strings inspire.
Thus o’er the steepy mountains’ height,
Starting from sleep, thy priestess takes her flight:
Amazed, behold the Thracian snows,