To drink our blood the Caorsines and Gascons 1940 Are making ready. O thou good beginning, Unto how vile an end must thou needs fall! But the high Providence, that with Scipio 1941 At Rome the glory of the world defended, Will speedily bring aid, as I conceive; And thou, my son, who by thy mortal weight Shalt down return again, open thy mouth; What I conceal not, do not thou conceal.” As with its frozen vapors downward falls In flakes our atmosphere, what time the horn 1942 Of the celestial Goat doth touch the sun, 1943 Upward in such array saw I the ether Become, and flaked with the triumphant vapors, Which there together with us had remained. 1944 My sight was following up their semblances, And followed till the medium, by excess, 1945 The passing farther onward took from it;