Companionless for Shadows, and for Men.
No more an unburied suppliant this,
But Hero, Pilot trumpeting in bliss!
And, their consciences purged, with duties done,
All turned to fresh cares, leaving Misenus alone.
The Prince and men, the Sibyl guiding, went
By a rough track until a yawning rent
In a grim cliff disclosed a cavern; day
Was blocked by a dense grove; and in front lay
A dim dark pool; from its black lips a breath