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Now Sleep has portals twain, whereof the one Is horn, they say, and easy exit gives To visions true; the other, gleaming white With polished ivory, the.dead employ To people night with unsubstantial dreams. Here now Anchises bids his son farewell; And with Sibylla, his companion sage, Up through that ivory portal lets him rise. Back to his fleet and his dear comrades all Aeneas hastes.Then hold they their straight course Into Caieta's bay. An anchor holds Each lofty prow; the sterns stand firm on shore.