With the young and bravest, sail thou, and find
A realm in Latium; make its rude tribes feel
The temper of their Trojan Master’s steel.
But, first, thou to the Nether World descend,
And traverse from the threshold to the end
In search of me; not that I dwell in Dis,
With the curst, but the pleasant fields of bliss.
Thither, with, for thy guide, the Sibyl, come
To learn thy sons’ deeds in their destined home.
But past midnight; the horses of the Sun