Luyện nghe bài hát Elsewhere Anchises

Anchises,

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

Of his posterity, the destinies and doings,
Traits and qualities of descendants to him,
But Aeneas come wading through the grass
Towards him, he his two hands out
In joy, his eyes filled up with tears
And he a cry: "At last! Are you here at last?
I always trusted your sense of right
prevail and keep you going to the end.
And am I now allowed to see face,
My son, and you talk, and talk 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 and the outlying seas
You have crossed, my son, to receive welcome.
And after dangers! I was afraid that Africa
be your undoing." But Aeneas replied:
"Often and often, father, you would to me,
Your sad shade would appear, and kept me going
To this end. My are anchored in the Tuscan 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 arms round that neck.
Three the form, reached for in vain, escaped
Like a breeze between his hands, a on wings.