Togreaternowandnowtolesserpace.
Butinthegoodthatherebydayistalkedof,
ErewhilealoneIwasnot; yetnearby
Nootherpersonlifteduphisvoice."
Fromhimalreadywedepartedwere,
Andmadeendeavourtoo'ercometheroad
Asmuchaswaspermittedtoourpower,
WhenIperceived, likesomethingthatisfalling,
Themountaintremble, whenceachillseizedonme,
Asseizeshimwhotohisdeathisgoing.
CertessoviolentlyshooknotDelos,
BeforeLatonamadehernesttherein
Togivebirthtothetwoeyesoftheheaven.
Thenuponallsidestherebeganacry,
SuchthattheMasterdrewhimselftowardsme,
Saying, "Fearnot, whileIamguidingthee."
"GloriainexcelsisDeo," all
Weresaying, fromwhatnearIcomprehended,
Whereitwaspossibletohearthecry.
Wepausedimmovableandinsuspense,
Evenastheshepherdswhofirstheardthatsong,
Untilthetremblingceased, anditwasfinished.
Thenweresumedagainourholypath,
Watchingtheshadesthatlayupontheground,
Alreadyturnedtotheiraccustomedplaint.
Noignoranceeverwithsogreatastrife
Hadrenderedmeimportunatetoknow,
Iferrethnotinthismymemory,
AsmeditatingthenIseemedtohave;
NoroutofhastetoquestiondidIdare,
NorofmyselfItherecouldaughtperceive;
SoIwentonwardtimorousandthoughtful.
