Thereafter upon every side they strayed that country through, Amid wide-spreading airy meads, and sight of all things won. But after old Anchises now through all had led his son, And kindled love within his heart of fame that was to be, Then did he tell him of the wars that he himself should see, 890 And of Laurentian peoples taught, and town of Latin folk; And how from every grief to flee, or how to bear its stroke. Now twofold are the Gates of Sleep, whereof the one, men say, Is wrought of horn, and ghosts of sooth thereby win easy way, The other clean and smooth is wrought of gleaming ivory, But lying dreams the nether Gods send up to heaven thereby. All said, Anchises on his son and Sibyl-maid doth wait Unto the last, and sends them up by that same ivory gate. He wears the way and gains his fleet and fellow-folk once more. So for Caieta's haven-mouth by straightest course they bore, 900 Till fly the anchors from the bows and sterns swing round ashore. BOOK VII. ARGUMENT. ÆNEAS AND HIS TROJANS TAKE LAND BY THE TIBER-MOUTH, AND KING LATINUS PLIGHTETH PEACE WITH THEM; WHICH PEACE IS BROKEN BY THE WILL OF JUNO, AND ALL MEN MAKE THEM READY FOR WAR. Thou also, O Æneas' nurse, Caieta, didst avail, E'en dying, unto these our shores to leave a deathless tale: And yet thy glory guards the place, thy bones have won it name Within the great Hesperian land, if that be prize of fame. But good Æneas, when at last all funeral rites were paid And the grave heaped, when in a while the ocean's face was laid, Went on his way with sails aloft, and left the port behind: The faint winds breathe about the night, the moon shines clear and kind; Beneath the quivering shining road the wide seas gleaming lie. But next the beach of Circe's land their swift ships glide anigh, 10 Where the rich daughter of the Sun with constant song doth rouse The groves that none may enter in, or in her glorious house Burneth the odorous cedar-torch amidst the dead of night, While through the slender warp she speeds the shrilling shuttle light. And thence they hear the sound of groans, and wrath of lions dread Fretting their chains; and roaring things o'er night-tide fallen dead; And bristled swine and cagèd bears cried bitter-wild, and sore; And from the shapes of monstrous wolves the howling seaward bore. These from the likeness of mankind had cruel Circe won By herbs of might, and shape and hide of beasts upon them done. 20 But lest the godly Trojan folk such wickedness should bear, Lest borne into the baneful bay they bring their keels o'er near, Their sails did Father Neptune fill with fair and happy breeze, And sped their flight and sent them swift across the hurrying seas.