now began to illumine. What cause has lit up a blaze so 5
mighty they cannot tell; but as they think of the cruel
pangs which follow outrage done on great love, and remember
what a frantic woman can do, the Teucrian hearts
are swept through a train of dismal presage.
Soon as the ships gained the mid-ocean, and no land met 10
the view any more—waters everywhere and everywhere
skies—a dark rain-cloud arose and stood over the hero’s
head, charged with night and winter tempest, and darkness
ruffled the billow’s crest. Palinurus himself, the pilot,