ween it is not without Heaven’s leave that you purpose
to stem these fearful tides and the reluctant pool of Styx—stretch
your hand to your poor friend, and take me
with you over the water, that at least I may find in death
a place of rest and peace.” So had he spoken, when thus 15
the priestess begins: “What demon, Palinurus, has set
on you so monstrous a desire? You, unburied, look on
the Stygian water, and the dread river of the furies?
You set foot on the bank unbidden? Cease to dream
that Heaven’s destiny can be swayed by prayer. Yet 20