night, as she draws her shrill comb over the delicate warp.
From the shore they heard the growling noise of lions in 15
wrath, disdaining their bonds and roaring in midnight
hour, bristly boars and caged bears venting their rage, and
shapes of huge wolves fiercely howling: things which
Circe, fell goddess, had transformed by her magic drugs
from the mien of man to a beast’s visage and a beast’s hide. 20
So, lest the pious race of Troy should suffer such monstrous
change, were they to seek harbour there or approach the
perilous shore, Neptune filled their sails with favouring