his mind, hurrying it into all quarters and sweeping the
whole range of thought: as in water a flickering beam 25
on a brazen vat, darted back by the sun or the bright
moon’s image, flits far and wide over the whole place,
now at last mounting to the sky and striking the ceiling
of the roof. Night came, and tired life the earth over,
bird and beast alike, were lapped deep in slumber, when 30
Æneas, good king, troubled at heart by the anxious war,
stretched himself on the bank under heaven’s chilly cope,
and let repose at last steal over his frame. Before him