The three-mouthed bark of Cerberus here filleth all the place, As huge he lieth in a den that hath them full in face: But when the adders she beheld upon his crest upborne, A sleepy morsel honey-steeped, and blent of wizards' corn, 420 She cast him: then his threefold throat, all wild with hunger's lack, He opened wide, and caught at it, and sank his monstrous back, And there he lay upon the earth enormous through the cave. Æneas caught upon the pass the door-ward's slumber gave, And fled the bank of that sad stream no man may pass again. And many sounds they heard therewith, a wailing vast and vain; For weeping souls of speechless babes round the first threshold lay, Whom, without share of life's delight, snatched from the breast away, The black day hurried off, and all in bitter ending hid. And next were those condemned to die for deed they never did: 430 For neither doom nor judge nor house may any lack in death: The seeker Minos shakes the urn, and ever summoneth The hushed-ones' court, and learns men's lives and what against them stands. The next place is of woeful ones, who sackless, with their hands Compassed their death, and weary-sick of light without avail Cast life away; but now how fain to bear the poor man's bale Beneath the heaven, the uttermost of weary toil to bear! But law forbiddeth: the sad wave of that unlovely mere Is changeless bond; and ninefold Styx compelleth to abide. Nor far from thence behold the meads far spread on every side, 440 The Mourning Meads--in tale have they such very name and sign. There those whom hard love ate away with cruel wasting pine Are hidden in the lonely paths with myrtle-groves about, Nor in the very death itself may wear their trouble out: Phædra he saw, Procris he saw, and Eriphyle sad. Baring that cruel offspring's wound her loving body had: Evadne and Pasiphaë, Laodamia there He saw, and Cænis, once a youth and then a maiden fair, And shifted by the deed of fate to his old shape again.