by no spark of ambition for the greatness in your view,
and will not rear a toilsome fabric for your own praise, 25
think of Ascanius rising into youth, think of Iulus, your
heir and your hope, to whom you owe the crown of Italy
and the realm of Rome.” With these words Cyllene’s
god quitted mortal sight ere he had well ceased to speak,
and vanished away from the eye into unsubstantial air. 30
The sight left Æneas dumb and aghast indeed; his hair
stood shudderingly erect; his speech clave to his throat.
He burns to take flight and leave the land of pleasure, as