No more than this. Farewell; raise Troy to heaven.’ After the friendly counsel, other gifts Were sent to our ships, carved ivory, and gold, And heavy silver, cauldrons from Dodona, A triple breastplate linked with gold, a helmet Shining with crested plume, the arms of Pyrrhus. My father, too, has gifts; horses and guides Are added, and sailing-men, and arms for my comrades. Anchises bade the fleet prepare; the wind Was rising, why delay? But Helenus Spoke to Anchises, in compliment and honor:-- ‘Anchises, worthy of Venus’ couch, and the blessing Of other gods, twice saved from Trojan ruins, Yonder behold Ausonia! Near, and far, It lies, Apollo’s offering; sail westward. Farewell, made blest by a son’s goodness. I Am a nuisance with my talking.’ And his queen, Sad at the final parting, was bringing gifts, Robes woven with a golden thread, a Trojan Scarf for Ascanius, all courteous honor Given with these:--‘Take them, my child; these are The work of my own hands, memorials Of Hector’s wife Andromache, and her love. Receive these farewell gifts; they are for one Who brings my own son back to me; your hands, Your face, your eyes, remind me of him so,-- He would be just your age.’ I, also, wept, As I spoke my words of parting: ‘Now farewell; Your lot is finished, and your rest is won, No ocean fields to plough, no fleeing fields To follow, you have your Xanthus and your Troy, Built by your hands, and blest by happier omens, Far from the path of the Greeks. But we are called From fate to fate; if ever I enter Tiber And Tiber’s neighboring lands, if ever I see The walls vouchsafed my people, I pray these shores, Italy and Epirus, shall be one, The life of Troy restored, with friendly towns And allied people. A common origin, A common fall, was ours. Let us remember, And our children keep the faith.’