After such words and tears, he flung free reinTo the swift fleet, which sped along the waveTo old Euboean Cumae's sacred shore.They veer all prows to sea; the anchor flukeMakes each ship sure, and shading the long strandThe rounded sterns jut o'er. ImpetuouslyThe eager warriors leap forth to landUpon Hesperian soil. One strikes the flintTo find the seed-spark hidden in its veins;One breaks the thick-branched trees, and steals awayThe shelter where the woodland creatures bide;One leads his mates where living waters flow.Aeneas, servant of the gods, ascendsThe templed hill where lofty Phoebus reigns,And that far-off, inviolable shrineOf dread Sibylla, in stupendous cave,O'er whose deep soul the god of Delos breathesProphetic gifts, unfolding things to come.Here are pale Trivia's golden house and grove.