Plúckt you away and drown'd i' the swift wake-water abandon'd? For never erst nor in else hath kind responsive Apollo Led-me astray, but alone in this thing wholly deluded, When he aver'd that you, to remote Ausōnia steering, Safe would arrive. Where now his truth? Is this the promis'd faith?' But he, 'Neither again did Phœbus wrongly bespeak thee, My general, nor yet did a god in his enmity drown me: For the tiller, wherewith I led thy fleet's navigation, And still clung to, was in my struggling hold of it unshipt, 350 And came with-me' o'erboard. Ah! then, by ev'ry accurst sea, Tho' in utter despair, far less mine own peril awed me Than my thought o' the ship, what harm might háp to her, yawing In the billows helmless, with a high wind and threatening gale. Two nights and one day buffeted held I to the good spar Windborne, with the current far-drifting, an' on the second morn Saw, when a great wave raised me aloft, the Italyan highlands; And swimming-on with effort got ashore, nay already was saved, Had not there the wrecking savages, who spied-me defenceless, Scarce clinging outwearied to a rock, half-drowned & speechless, 360 Beát me to death for hope of an unfound booty upon me. Now to the wind and tidewash a sport my poor body rolleth. Wherefore thee, by heav'n's sweet light & airness, I pray, By thy Sire's memories, thy hope of youthful Iulus, Rescue-me from these ills, brave master; Go to Velija, O'er my mortality's spoil cast thou th' all-hallowing dust; Or better, if so be the goddess, heav'n's lady-Creatress, Show-thee the way,--nor surely without high favoring impulse Mak'st thou ventur' across these floods & black Ereban lake,-- Give thy hand-to-me', an' o'er their watery boundary bring me 370 Unto the haven of all, death's home of quiet abiding.' Thus-he lamented, anon spake sternly the maid of Avernus. 'Whence can such unruly desire, Palinurus, assail thee? Wilt thou th' Eumenidan waters visit unburied? o'erpass Hell's Stygian barrier? Chāron's boat unbidden enter? Cease to believe that fate can bé by prayër averted. Let my sooth a litel thy cruel destiny comfort Surely the people of all thy new-found country, determin'd By heav'n-sent omens will achieve thy purification, 379 Build thee a tomb of honour with yearly solemnity ordain'd, And dedicate for ever thy storied name to the headland.' These words lighten awhile his fear, his sadness allaying, Nor vain was the promise his name should eternally survive. They forthwith their journey renew, tending to the water: Whom when th' old boatman descried silently emerging Out o' the leafy shadows, advancing t'ward the river-shore, Angrily gave-he challenge, imperious in salutation. 'Whosoever thou be, that approachest my river all-arm'd,