huic deus ipse loci fluvio Tiberinus amoeno populeas inter senior se attollere frondes visus (eum tenuis glauco velabat amictu carbasus, et crinis umbrosa tegebat harundo), tum sic adfari et curas his demere dictis: O sate gente deum, Troianam ex hostibus urbem qui revehis nobis aeternaque Pergama servas, exspectate solo Laurenti arvisque Latinis, hic tibi certa domus, certi (ne absiste) penates.
He dreamed that before him the very god of the place, Tiberinus of the pleasant stream, raised his aged head amid the poplar leaves; fine linen draped him in a mantle of grey, and shady reeds crowned his hair. Then thus he spoke to him, and with these words took away his cares: Seed of a race divine, you who from foemens hands bring back to us our Trojan city, and preserve her towers for ever, you who have been long looked for on Laurentine ground and Latin fields, here your home is sure'draw not back'and sure are your gods!