Lustral

Saved beyond hope and glad the land is won, / and lustral rites, with blazing altars, pay / to Jove, and make the shores of Actium gay / with Ilian games, as, like our sires, we strip / and oil our sinews for the wrestler's play. / Proud, thus escaping from the foemen's grip, / past all the Argive towns, through swarming Greeks, to slip.

So the men change along my changeless stream, And change their faiths; but I yield all alike Sweet water for their drinking, sweet as wine, And pure sweet water for their lustral rites: For thirty generations of my corn Outlast a generation of my men, And thirty generations of my men Outlast a generation of their gods.

lustral days

lustral water

a lustral cycle