The winged army roams the fields around

john9221 · Wysłany: Śro 11:34, 09 Mar 2011

umming beesthat hunt the golden dew;
In summer's heat on tops of lilies feed
And creep within their bellsto suck the balmy seed:
The winged army roams the fields around;
The rivers and the rocks remurmur to the sound.
Aeneas wond'ring stoodthen ask'd the cause
Which to the stream the crowding people draws.
Then thus the sire: "The souls that throng the flood
Are those to whomby fateare other bodies ow'd:
In Lethe's lake they long oblivion taste
Of future life secureforgetful of the past.
Long has my soul desir'd this time and place
To set before your sight your glorious race
That this presaging joy may fire your mind
To seek the shores by destiny design'd."-
O fathercan it bethat souls sublime
Return to visit our terrestrial clime
And that the gen'rous mindreleas'd by death
Can covet lazy limbs and mortal breath?
Anchises thenin orderthus begun
To clear those wonders to his godlike son:
Knowfirstthat heav'nand earth's compacted frame
And flowing watersand the starry flame
And both the radiant lightsone common soul
Inspires and feedsand animates the whole.
This active mindinfus'd thro' all the space
Unites and mingles with the mighty mass.
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