Aeneid 10.185–197

185I would not pass you by, Cinyras, bravest leader of the Ligurians in war, nor you, Cupavo, attended by few, from whose crest rise swan's feathers, a reproach to you, Love, and to your mother, and the emblem of his father's shape. 189For they say that Cycnus, in grief for his beloved Phaethon, while he sang among the poplar leaves, the shade of his sisters, and consoled his sad love with music, drew on a white old age of soft plumage, leaving the earth and following the stars with his voice. 194His son, escorting bands of his own age with his fleet, drives the huge Centaur on with oars: it bears down on the water and, towering, threatens the waves with a huge rock, and furrows the deep sea with its long keel.