breezes, sped their flight along, and wafted them past the
seething waters. 25
The sea was just reddening in the dawn, and Aurora was
shining down from heaven’s height in saffron robe and rosy
car, when all at once the winds were laid, and every breath
sank in sudden sleep, and the oars pull slowly against the
smooth unmoving wave. In the same moment Æneas, 30
looking out from the sea, beholds a mighty forest. Among
the trees Tiber, that beauteous river, with his gulfy rapids
and the burden of his yellow sand, breaks into the main.