The other spake: "Apollo's shrine in nowise lied to thee, King of Anchises, and no God hath drowned me in the sea: But while I clung unto the helm, its guard ordained of right, And steered thee on, I chanced to fall, and so by very might 350 Seaward I dragged it down with me. By the rough seas I swear My heart, for any hap of mine, had no so great a fear As for thy ship; lest, rudderless, its master from it torn, Amid so great o'ertoppling seas it yet might fail forlorn. Three nights of storm I drifted on, 'neath wind and water's might, Over the sea-plain measureless; but with the fourth day's light There saw I Italy rise up from welter of the wave. Then slow I swam unto the land, that me well-nigh did save, But fell the cruel folk on me, heavy with raiment wet, And striving with my hookèd hands hold on the rocks to get: 360 The fools, they took me for a prey, and steel against me bore. Now the waves have me, and the winds on sea-beach roll me o'er. But by the breath of heaven above, by daylight's joyous ways, By thine own father, by the hope of young Iulus' days, Snatch me, O dauntless, from these woes, and o'er me cast the earth! As well thou may'st when thou once more hast gained the Veline firth. Or if a way there be, if way thy Goddess-mother show,-- For not without the will of Gods meseemeth wouldst thou go O'er so great floods, or have a mind to swim the Stygian mere,-- Then give thine hand, and o'er the wave me woeful with thee bear, 370 That I at least in quiet place may rest when I am dead." So spake he, but the priestess straight such word unto him said: "O Palinure, what godless mind hath gotten hold of thee, That thou the grim Well-willers' stream and Stygian flood wouldst see Unburied, and unbidden still the brim wilt draw anear? Hope not the Fates of very God to change by any prayer. But take this memory of my words to soothe thy wretched case: Through all their cities far and wide the people of the place, Driven by mighty signs from heaven, thy bones shall expiate And raise thee tomb, and year by year with worship on thee wait; 380 And there the name of Palinure shall dwell eternally." So at that word his trouble lulled, his grief of heart passed by, A little while he joyed to think of land that bore his name. So forth upon their way they went and toward the river came; But when from Stygian wave their path the shipman's gaze did meet, As through the dead hush of the grove shoreward they turned their feet, He fell upon them first with words and unbid chided them: