18Such were the doings throughout Latium. 18Seeing all of this, the hero of Laomedon's line tosses on a great surge of cares, and divides his swift mind now this way, now that. 21He snatches it off in different directions and turns it over through every course: just as when light quivering on water in bronze basins, thrown back from the sun or from the image of the shining moon, flits far and wide over every place, and now rises into the air and strikes the panelled ceiling of the roof above. 26It was night, and over all the lands deep sleep held weary creatures, the race of birds and of flocks: when father Aeneas, his heart troubled by grim war, lay down on the river bank beneath the vault of the cold sky and gave his limbs late rest.
31To him the god of the place himself, Tiberinus of the pleasant stream, seemed to rise, an old man, among the poplar leaves; 33fine linen veiled him in a grey-green mantle, and shady reed covered his hair; then he seemed to address him thus and to take away his cares with these words: