She flung herself wildly into the cave-mouth, Leading, and he strode boldly at her heels. Gods who rule the ghosts; all silent shades; and Chaos and infernal Fiery Stream, and Regions of wide night without a sound, May it be right to tell what I have heard, May it be right, and fitting, by your will, That I describe the deep world sunk in darkness Under the world.
from The Aenid, The World Below, verse 365
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