521And now Dawn was reddening as the stars were put to flight, when far off we see dim hills and Italy, low-lying. 523'Italy!' Achates cries first; 'Italy!' my comrades hail with joyful shout. 525Then father Anchises wreathed a great mixing bowl with a garland, filled it with unmixed wine, and called on the gods, standing on the lofty stern: 'Gods who hold power over sea and land and storms, bring us an easy passage with the wind and breathe favourably on us.' 530The longed-for breezes freshen, and the harbour opens out, nearer now, and a temple of Minerva appears on the height. 532My comrades furl the sails and turn the prows towards the shore.
533The harbour is bent into an arc by the eastern swell; jutting rocks foam with salt spray; 535the harbour itself lies hidden; 535towering crags let down their arms in a double wall, and the temple draws back from the shore. 537Here, the first omen, I saw four horses on the grass, grazing the plain far and wide, snowy white. 539And father Anchises: 'It is war you bring, O land of welcome; horses are armed for war, war is what these herds threaten. 541But yet these same four-footed creatures are used at times to go under the chariot and bear the bridle in harmony under the yoke; 543there is hope of peace too,' he says.
543Then we pray to the holy power of Pallas of the clashing arms, who first received us rejoicing, and before the altars we veil our heads in Phrygian cloaks; 546and, following the instructions of Helenus, which he had given as most important, we duly burn the prescribed offerings to Argive Juno.