Wildering

Thus while AEneas, with set gaze and long, / hangs, mute with wonder, on the wildering scene, / lo! to the temple, with a numerous throng / of youthful followers, moves the beauteous Queen.

At once, 'twixt joy and terror rent in twain, / amazed, AEneas and Achates stand, / and long to greet old friends and clasp a comrade's hand. / Yet wildering wonder at so strange a scene / still holds them mute, while anxious thoughts divide / their doubtful minds.

Alas! how weak is reason's wildering chain! How low we fall, from heights we seek to gain! The lamp of Science, through the mists afar, Fades like the sun upon the Georgian star; […]