Dido was the Carthage Queen, And loved the Trojan knight That wand'ring many coasts had seen And many a dreadful fight. As they a-hunting rode, a shower Drave them in a loving hour Down to a darksome cave, Where Æneas with his charms Lock'd Queen Dido in his arms And had what he could have. Dido Hymen's rites forgot, Her love was winged with haste; Her honour she considered not But in her breast she placed. And when her love was new begun Jove sent down his winged son To fright Æneas' sleep; Bade him by the break of day From Queen Dido steal away, Which made her wail and weep. Dido wept, but what of this; The gods would have it so: Æneas nothing did amiss, For he was forced to go. Learn, lordlings, then, no faith to keep With your loves, but let them weep: 'Tis folly to be true. Let this story serve your turn, And let twenty Didos burn, So you get daily new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE |