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Aye, tremble, for in me ye view
The Furies' queen—I tell to you.
To Italy in haste ye drive,
With winds at your command:
Go then, in Italy arrive,
And draw your ships to land:
But ere your town with walls ye fence,
Fierce famine, retribution dread
For this your murderous violence,
Shall make you eat your boards for bread.'
She spoke, and vanished 'mid the wood:
Chill horror froze my comrades' blood:
No more of arms: the prayer, the vow
They fain would make their weapons now,
Whate'er the monsters, powers divine,
Or birds ill-omened and malign.
With outstretched hands my father prays
The Gods above, and offerings pays:
'Heaven, bar these threatenings! Heaven, avert
Such horror, and protect desert!'
Then bids the crews their ships unbind
And stretch the mainsheet to the wind.

The south wind freshens in the sail:
We hurry o'er the tide,
Where'er the helmsman and the gale
Conspire our course to guide:
Now rises o'er the foamy flood
Zacynthos with its crown of wood,
Dulichium, Same, Neritos,
Whose rocky sides the waves emboss:
The crags of Ithaca we flee,
Laertes' rugged sovereignty,
Nor in our flight forget to curse
The land that was Ulysses' nurse.
Soon Leucas rears its cloud-capped head,
And Phœbus, whom the seamen dread.