And all, with snow-white headbands crowning their brows, flow around the Sibyl as she addresses them there, Musaeus first, who holds the center of that huge throng, his shoulders rearing high as they gaze up toward him: “Tell us, happy spirits, and you, the best of poets, what part of your world, what region holds Anchises? All for him we have come, we’ve sailed across the mighty streams of hell.”
