beauty, those glowing eyes—what a presence is there—what
features—what a tone in her voice—what majesty
in her gait! Beroe I myself parted from but now, and
left her sick and sullen to think that she alone should fail 5
at this observance, nor pay Anchises the honour that is
his due.” Such were her words, while the matrons, doubtful
at first, were looking on the ships with evil eyes, distracted
between their fatal yearning for a country now
theirs, and the voice of destiny from realms beyond the 10
sea—when the goddess, spreading her two wings, soared