Iamque adeo super unus eram, cum limina Vestae servantem et tacitam secreta in sede latentem Tyndarida aspicio; dant clara incendia lucem erranti passimque oculos per cuncta ferenti.
And now I alone was left, when I saw, sheltered in Vestas shrine and silently hiding in the unfrequented fane, the daughter of Tyndareus; the bright fires give me light as I wander and cast my eyes, here and there, over the scene.