I am to rule Ausonia, unveil how,
Where, and when, to found my City, replace
Troy’s exiled Gods, Genii of our race;
Nor trust thy renderings of what Fate weaves
To the chance flutterings of autumn leaves;
Chant; and be all transcribed; then, when, in pure
Marble fanes, thy God is worshipped, be sure
Kings after me shall treasure what is writ,
And train up scholars to interpret it.”
God and Prophetess listened no more;—