Haste thee--fly, While flight is open.

Morn shall see the bay Swarm with their ships, and all the shore and sky Red with fierce firebrands and the flames.

Away! Changeful is woman's mood, and varying with the day." LXXIV.

He spake and, mixing with the night, withdrew.
Up starts AEneas from his sleep, so sore The vision scared him, and awakes his crew.
"Quick, comrades, man the benches! ply the oar! Unfurl the canvas! Lo, a God once more Comes down to urge us, chiding our delay, And bids us cut our cables from the shore.
Dread Power divine, we follow on thy way, Gladly, whoe'er thou art, thy summons we obey.
LXXV.

"Be near us now, and O, vouchsafe thine aid, And bid fair stars their kindly beams afford To light our pathway through the deep." He prayed, And from the scabbard snatched his flaming sword, And, swift as lightning, cleft the twisted cord.
Fired by their chief, like ardour fills the crew, They scour, they scud and, hurrying, crowd on board.
Bare lies the beach; ships hide the sea from view, And strong arms lash the foam and sweep the sparkling blue.
LXXVI.