“Along the illimitable shade
Darkling and lone their way they made,
Through the vast kingdom of the dead,
An empty void, though tenanted:
So travellers in a forest move
With but the uncertain moon above,
Beneath her niggard light.”

—  John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 197

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