Luyện nghe bài hát Elsewhere Anchises

Anchises,

Fatherly and intent, was off in a green valley
Surveying and souls consigned there,
due to pass to the light of the upper world.
It so happened he was just then taking

Of his whole posterity, the and doings,
Traits and qualities of descendants to him,
But seeing Aeneas wading through the grass
Towards him, he his two hands out
In eager joy, his eyes filled up tears
And he gave a cry: "At last! Are you here at
I always trusted your sense of right
Would prevail and keep you to the end.
And am I now to see your face,
My son, and hear you talk, and to you myself?

This is what I imagined and forward to
As I the days; and my trust was not misplaced.
To think of the lands and the outlying
You have crossed, my son, to receive welcome.
And after such dangers! I was that Africa
Might be undoing." But Aeneas replied:
"Often and often, father, you would to me,
Your sad shade appear, and that kept me going
To this end. My ships are anchored in the sea.
Let me your hand, my father, O let me, and do not

Hold back from my embrace." And as he he wept.
Three times he tried to reach arms that neck.
Three times the form, for in vain, escaped
a breeze between his hands, a dream on wings.