painted vessels gliding between the banks. The rowers 35
give no rest to night or day, as they surmount the long
meanders, sweep under the fringe of diverse trees, and
cut through the woods that look green in the still expanse.
The sun had climbed in full blaze the central cope of
heaven, when from afar they see walls, and a citadel,
and the roofs of straggling habitations—the place which
the power of Rome has now made to mate the skies:
then it was but Evander’s poor domain. At once they 5
turn their prows to land and approach the town.