But as they gave and took in talk, Aurora at the last In rosy wain the topmost crown of upper heaven had passed, And all the fated time perchance in suchwise had they spent; But warning of few words enow the Sibyl toward him sent: "Night falls, Æneas, weeping here we wear the hours in vain; And hard upon us is the place where cleaves the road atwain; 540 On by the walls of mighty Dis the right-hand highway goes, Our way to that Elysium: the left drags on to woes Ill-doers' souls, and bringeth them to godless Tartarus." Then spake Deïphobus: "Great seer, be not o'erwroth with us: I will depart and fill the tale, and unto dusk turn back: Go forth, our glory, go and gain the better fate I lack!" And even with that latest word his feet he tore away. But suddenly Æneas turned, and lo, a city lay Wide-spread 'neath crags upon the left, girt with a wall threefold; And round about in hurrying flood a flaming river rolled, 550 E'en Phlegethon of Tartarus, with rattling, stony roar: In face with adamantine posts was wrought the mighty door, Such as no force of men nor might of heaven-abiders high May cleave with steel; an iron tower thence riseth to the sky: And there is set Tisiphone, with girded blood-stained gown, Who, sleepless, holdeth night and day the doorway of the town. Great wail and cruel sound of stripes that city sendeth out, And iron clanking therewithal of fetters dragged about. Then fearfully Æneas stayed, and drank the tumult in: "O tell me, Maiden, what is there? What images of sin? 560 What torments bear they? What the wail yon city casts abroad?"