Description: Yummy for your morphic field!
Elsewhere Anchises, Fatherly and intent, was off in a deep green valley Surveying and reviewing souls consigned there, Those due to pass to the light of the upper world. It so happened he was just then taking note
Of his whole posterity, the destinies and doings, Traits and qualities of descendants dear to him, But seeing Aeneas come wading through the grass Towards him, he reached his two hands out In eager joy, his eyes filled up with tears And he gave a cry: “At last! Are you here at last? I always trusted that your sense of right Would prevail and keep you going to the end. And am I now allowed to see your face, My son, and hear you talk, and talk to you myself?
This is what I imagined and looked forward to As I counted the days; and my trust was not misplaced. To think of the lands and the outlying seas You have crossed, my son, to receive this welcome. And after such dangers! I was afraid that Africa Might be your undoing.” But Aeneas replied: “Often and often, father, you would appear to me, Your sad shade would appear, and that kept me going To this end. My ships are anchored in the Tuscan sea. Let me take your hand, my father, O let me, and do not