Rushing tumultuous through a hundred doors,
As many voices. One roar, the whole, pours.
Æneas touched the threshold, when a cry
Came from within:
“Ask, and I will reply!
Hear! the God!”—
And the Sibyl herself there;
She, yet not herself; breathing not our air;
No mortal accents from a mortal tongue;
Visage, complexion changed, fillet unstrung;