As Nature felt the Goddess coming there.
“Away, unsanctified; far from the grove,”
Threatens the Sibyl; “as your lives ye love!
Alone, Æneas, sword unsheathed, come Thou;
Need for stout heart, for all thy courage now!”
Prophetess possessed, she dared the dark cave;
Step by step followed he, with soul as brave.
Gods, whose the Spirit-empire, and, ye, hosts—
Chaos, Phlegethon, Powers too—of ghosts,
Dumb in a dumb world, grant I may unfold