Chapter 43

To whom once more the winged god appears; His former youthful mien and shape he wears, And with this new alarm invades his ears: “Sleep’st thou, O goddess-born! and canst thou drown Thy needful cares, so near a hostile town, Beset with foes; nor hear’st the western gales Invite thy passage, and inspire thy sails? She harbours in her heart a furious hate, And thou shalt find the dire effects too late; Fix’d on revenge, and obstinate to die. Haste swiftly he…