While the broad stream and Asia’s fen 20
Reverberate to the sound again.
Sure none had thought that countless crowd
A mail-clad company;
It rather seemed a dusky cloud
Of migrant fowl, that, hoarse and loud, 25
Press landward from the sea.
Lo! Clausus there, the Sabines’ boast,
Leads a great host, himself a host;
Whence spreads the Claudian race, since Rome