who ride the wave are the buried. He may not ferry
them from the dreadful banks across that noisy current
till their bones have found a place of rest. A hundred
years they wander hovering about these shores; then at
last they embark, and see again the flood of their longing.”
Anchises’ son stood and paused, musing deeply, and pitying
at his heart a lot so unkind. Yes, there he sees, sadly 5
wandering without death’s last tribute, Leucaspis and
Orontes, the captain of Lycia’s fleet: both had sailed
with him from Troy over the stormy water, and the south