up your oars may surmount the adverse current. Up
then, goddess-born, and ere the stars have well set, offer
prayer in due course to Juno, and overbear with suppliant 35
vows her anger and her menace. Once triumphant,
you shall pay your worship to me. I am he whom you
see here with brimming flood grazing the banks and
threading rich cultured lands, sea-green Tiber, the river
whom gods love best. Here rises my royal palace, the
crown of lofty cities.” The river-god said, and plunged
into his deep pool, down to the bottom; night and sleep