so far as your destiny gives you leave. The first glimpse of 5
safety, little as you dream it, shall dawn on you from a
Grecian town.”
Such are the words with which Cumæ’s Sibyl from her
cell shrills forth awful mysteries and booms again from
the cavern, robing her truth in darkness—such the violence 10
with which Apollo shakes the bridle in her frenzied mouth
and plies her bosom with his goad. Soon as her frenzy
abated and the madness of her lips grew calm, Æneas the
hero began: “No feature, awful maiden, that suffering can