The Ferryman

Portitor has horrendus aquas et flumina servat
Terribili squalore Charon, cui plurima mento
Canities inculta jacet, stant lumina flamma
Sordidus ex umeris nodo dependet amictus.

Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna
Quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna
Est eiter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra
Juppiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem.

"Sic demum lucos Stygis et regna invia vivis aspicies..."
"Anchisa generate deum certissimia proles
Cocyti stagna alta vides Stygiamque paludem
Di cujus jurare timent et fallere numen."

Nec plura his. Ille admirans venerabile donum
Fatalis virgae longo post tempore visum
Caeruleam advertit puppim ripaeque propinquat.

Watching over these waves and streams of filth is the
Horrible ferryman Charon, on whose chin countless unkept
Grey hairs lie outspread; his eyes endure in flame, and
A squalid cloak hangs knotted from his shoulders.

Beneath lonely darkness the gloomy travellers go through shadow
And through the deserted abodes and ghostly kingdom of Dis
Through uncertain moonlight under rays of a spiteful sort the way
Lies in the woods, where Jupiter hides the sky in shadow and
Night steals colour from the black heavens.

"In this manner you will at last behold the sacred grove of Styx
And the kingdom pathless to the living..."
"Child of Anchises, most certain prodigy of a god, you will see
The deep mere of the mournful river of Hades and the swamp of
Styx, whose divine power the gods fear to swear by and prove false."

Nothing more was said. Wondering at the venerable offering of the
Fated branch, seen after a distant time, he turned the vessel to
The darkness and the shores approached.