father Anchises’ palace was retired in the privacy of embosoming
trees, the sounds deepen, and the alarm of 15
battle swells. I start up from sleep, mount the sloping
roof, and stand intently listening—even as, when among
standing corn a spark falls with a fierce south wind to
fan it, or the impetuous stream of a mountain torrent
sweeps the fields, sweeps the joyous crops and the bullocks’ 20
toil, and drives the woods headlong before it, in
perplexed amazement a shepherd takes in the crash from
a rock’s tall summit. Then, indeed, all doubt was over,