The Aeneid - pg. 125

Cutting through waves blown dark by a chill wind

Aeneas held his ships firmly on course

For a midsea crossing. But he kept his eyes

Upon the city far astern, now bright

With poor Elissa's pyre. What caused that blaze

Remained unknown to watchers out at sea,

But what they knew of a great love profaned

In anguish, and a desperate woman's nerve,

Led every Trojan heart into foreboding.