“Waste wrath!” quoth the Sibyl: “Thy hound may save
His bark to fright the pale Shades from his cave.
Pluto’s honour is safe; feel no alarms;
’Tis Æneas famed for piety and arms!
Hither has he descended from above
To pay his Sire the homage of his love.
Though not moved thou by tenderness like his,
See the Branch! Render fealty to This!”
At the sight rarely seen the anger sank,
Awe followed; straight backed Charon for the bank,