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We pray to those high powers: and then
Pass rich Helorus' stagnant fen.
Pachynus' lofty cliffs we graze,
Projecting o'er the main,
And Camarina meets our gaze,
Which fate forbad to drain,
And Gela's fields, and Gela's wall,
And Gela's stream, that names them all.
High towering Acragas succeeds,
The sire one day of generous steeds:
Selinus' palms I leave behind
And Lilybeum's shallows blind.
Then Drepanum becomes my host,
And takes me to its joyless coast.
All tempest-tost and weary, there
I lose my stay in every care,
My sire Anchises! Snatched in vain
From death, you leave me with my pain,
Dear father! Not the Trojan seer
In all that catalogue of fear,
Not dire Celæno dared foreshow
This irremediable blow!
That was the limit of my woes:
There all my journeyings found their close:
'Twas thence I parted, to be driven
On this your coast, by will of heaven.'

So king Æneas told his tale
While all beside were still,
Rehearsed the fortunes of his sail,
And fate's mysterious will:
Then to its close his legend brought,
And gladly took the rest he sought.