“So humid Iris through bright heaven flew
On saffron-yellow wings, and in her train
A thousand hues shimmered before the sun.”
—Virgil, The Aeneid, between 29 and 19 BCE, translated by Robert Fitzgerald, 1983.
“So humid Iris through bright heaven flew
On saffron-yellow wings, and in her train
A thousand hues shimmered before the sun.”
—Virgil, The Aeneid, between 29 and 19 BCE, translated by Robert Fitzgerald, 1983.