Book 6.205-211
The golden bough shines on its tree like mistletoe in winter. Aeneas grabs the branch.
Quale solet silvis brumali frigore viscum
205
fronde virere nova, quod non sua seminat arbos,
206
et croceo fetu teretis circumdare truncos,
207
talis erat species auri frondentis opaca
208
ilice, sic leni crepitabat brattea vento.
209
Corripit Aeneas extemplo avidusque refringit
210
cunctantem, et vatis portat sub tecta Sibyllae.
211