To shut off lands of misery and guilt
From the happier one to which we wend.
Lo the Arch! there must thou thy Branch suspend!”
Crossing the intervening twilight space,
They stood ’neath the vault of the gate in face.
Then, sprinkled with fresh water from a spring,
Æneas hung up his gold offering.
Elysium’s doors opened; he was free,
Having paid her due to its Deity.