It was the very beginning of summer when My father Anchises bid us set sail to go To wherever it was to which we were fated to go, And so I departed, weeping, leaving my own Familiar havens and shores, and the plain where Troy Had been, and was now no more, and I set forth From there upon the seas, an exile, with [20]My cohort, and my son, and carrying with me The Penates of my country and my household.
