In jaws of the Sicanian bay there doth an island lie Against Plemyrium's wavy face; folk called it in old days Ortygia: there, as tells the tale, Alpheus burrowed ways From his own Elis 'neath the sea, and now by mouth of thine, O Arethusa, blendeth him with that Sicilian brine. We pray the isle's great deities, e'en as we bidden were: And thence we pass the earth o'erfat about Helorus' mere; Then by Pachynus' lofty crags and thrust-forth rocks we skim, And Camarina showeth next a long way off and dim; 700 Her whom the Fates would ne'er be moved: then comes the plain in sight Of Gela, yea, and Gela huge from her own river hight: Then Acragas the very steep shows great walls far away, Begetter of the herds of horse high-couraged on a day. Then thee, Selinus of the palms, I leave with happy wind, And coast the Lilybean shoals and tangled skerries blind. But next the firth of Drepanum, the strand without a joy, Will have me. There I tossed so sore, the tempests' very toy, O woe is me! my father lose, lightener of every care, Of every ill: me all alone, me weary, father dear, 710 There wouldst thou leave; thou borne away from perils all for nought! Ah, neither Helenus the seer, despite the fears he taught, Nor grim Celæno in her wrath, this grief of soul forebode. This was the latest of my toils, the goal of all my road, For me departed thence some God to this your land did bear." So did the Father Æneas, with all at stretch to hear, Tell o'er the fateful ways of God, and of his wanderings teach: But here he hushed him at the last and made an end of speech. BOOK IV. ARGUMENT. HEREIN IS TOLD OF THE GREAT LOVE OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE, AND THE WOEFUL ENDING OF HER. Meanwhile the Queen, long smitten sore with sting of all desire, With very heart's blood feeds the wound and wastes with hidden fire. And still there runneth in her mind the hero's valiancy, And glorious stock; his words, his face, fast in her heart they lie: Nor may she give her body peace amid that restless pain.