548Without delay, as soon as the vows are duly fulfilled in order, we turn the horns of our sail-clad yards seaward and leave the homes of the Greek-born and the fields we distrust. 551Next the bay of Tarentum, Hercules' town (if the story is true), comes into view; 552opposite rises the Lacinian goddess, and the towers of Caulon and ship-wrecking Scylaceum. 554Then far off, rising from the waves, Trinacrian Etna comes into view, and we hear from afar the great groaning of the sea and the battered rocks and broken voices at the shore, and the shallows leap, and sands mingle with the surge. 558And father Anchises: 'Surely this is that Charybdis: these are the crags, these the dreadful rocks Helenus foretold.
560Pull clear, comrades, and rise to the oars together!' 561They do just as ordered, and first Palinurus wrenched the groaning prow round to the waters on the left. 563the whole company made for the left with oars and winds. 564We are lifted up to the sky on the arching swell, and then, as the wave sinks away, we likewise sink down to the depths of the Shades. 566Three times the cliffs gave a roar among the hollow rocks: three times we saw the spray dashed out and the stars dripping. 568Meanwhile the wind left us, weary, along with the sun, and, not knowing the way, we glide to the shores of the Cyclopes.