The Aeneid - pg. 83

I said farewell, and tears came as I spoke:

'Be happy, friends; your fortune is achieved,

While one fate beckons us and then another.

Here is your quiet rest: no sea to plow,

No quest for dim lands of Ausonia

Receding ever. Here before our eyes

Are replicas of Xanthus and of Troy

Your own hands built -- with better auspices,

I pray, and less a challenge to the Greeks.

If one day I shall enter Tiber stream

And Tiber fields and see the walls my people

Have in store for them, then of these kindred

Cities, neighboring nations, in Epirus

And in Hesperia, both looking back

To Dardanus as founder, both to one

Sad history, we shall make a single Troy

In spirit: may this task await our heirs.'