O dearest husband? For be sure of this,
That not without permission of the gods
Have these things come to pass. ‘Twas not allowed
That thy Creüsa should go hence with thee,
Nor does Olympus’ ruler suffer it.
To distant lands, long exiled must thou roam,
Must plow the water of the vasty deep,
Until thou come to that far western land,
Where Lydian Tiber’s gently murmuring stream
Rolls down through rich and cultivated fields.