vowed to the ashes of Sychæus?” Such were the reproaches
that broke from that bursting heart.
Meanwhile Æneas, resolved on his journey, was slumbering
in his vessel’s tall stern, all being now in readiness. 5
To him a vision of the god, appearing again with the same
countenance, presented itself as he slept, and seemed to
give this second warning—the perfect picture of Mercury,
his voice, his blooming hue, his yellow locks, and the youthful
grace of his frame:—“Goddess-born, at a crisis like 10
this can you slumber on? Do you not see the wall of