INTRODUCTORY. ITALY. CLOSE YLOSE to the neighboring Ceraunia now We sail, whence lies our way to Italy, The shortest course by sea. Meanwhile the sun Goes down; the shadowy mountains hide in night. On the earth's welcome lap we throw ourselves, Beside the waves, the watch being set on board, And here and there along the sandy beach Refresh ourselves with food. Our weary limbs Are bathed in sleep. Not yet the night had reached Her middle course, when Palinurus leaves His bed, -no sluggard he, and all the winds And the two Bears, and armed Orion bright |