You turned; and yet more pleased have from your lips
Gathered this fair report of them[480] who dwell
In that retirement; whither, by such course
Of evil hap and good as oft awaits
A tired way-faring man, once I was brought
While traversing alone yon mountain pass.
Dark on my road the autumnal evening fell,[481]
And night succeeded with unusual gloom,[482]
So hazardous that feet and hands became[483]
Guides better than mine eyes—until a light