Iulus, as it will pass one day under heaven’s mighty cope.
This, this is he, the man promised to you so often, Augustus
Cæsar, true child of a god, who shall establish again
for Latium a golden age in that very region where Saturn 10
once reigned, while he stretches his sway alike beyond
Garamantian and Indian. See, the land is lying outside
the stars, outside the sun’s yearly path, where heaven-carrier
Atlas turns round on his shoulder the pole, studded
with burning constellations. In view of his approach, a 15
shiver runs already by oracular warning through Caspian