Æneas stood wonder-struck: the creature, winding its
long column among the dishes and the polished goblets,
tasted of the viands, and then, innocent of harm, reëntered
the tomb at its base, leaving the altars where its mouth
had been. Quickened by this, the hero resumes the work
of homage to his sire, not knowing whether to think this
the genius of the spot or his father’s menial spirit: duly
he slays two young sheep, two swine, two black-skinned 5
bullocks; again and again he pours goblets of wine, again
and again he calls on the soul of great Anchises and the