She raves, she burns, and with uncertain mind, Roams o'er the town; roams like the wounded hind, Whom in the woods, unconscious of his deed, 95 The hunter pierc'd, and left the trembling reed; O'er woods, o'er quaries, from the pain she springs, While in her flank the deadly arrow clings. } So with AEneas love-sick Dido strays, 100 } Points to her town, her Tyrian wealth displays, } While ev'ry look her longing soul betrays; And fain her lips would tell the fond desire, But scarce begun--the trembling words expire: --When later hours convivial pleasure bring, Then back to Troy, her thoughts impatient spring, 105 The well known story still enchants her ears, She hangs enamour'd on each word she hears: But when the moon with paler splendor glows, When stars descending counsel sweet repose, In the deserted hall, alone she mourns; 110 Each word, each look, upon her soul returns, She sees him absent, hears him o'er again, Presses the happy couch where he had lain; Or with the father's rising form beguil'd, Deludes her flame, and clasps the lovely child. 115 Each other care her burning thoughts refuse, In arms no more her Tyrian youth she views; No spreading moles the boistrous tide command; The tow'rs, the forts, begun, unfinish'd stand: The mighty structure threat'ning from on high 120 Hangs interrupted--all inactive lie Unbrac'd,--the vast machines that thro' the air, Lab'ring, the pond'rous mass, aloft, suspended bear. When Juno view'd the tumult in her breast, That Fame with Passion could no more contest, She sought the Cyprian queen, "What praise, what fame" 126 She cried, "what glorious triumph you may claim, What high renown, for you and for your son! Two mighty gods--one woman have undone! I'm not deceiv'd, I know what jealous hate 130 Our rising walls and Punic pow'r create; To what extreme, what purpose will it tend? Why may not peace and nuptial union end This dire debate?----You've gain'd your utmost aim; Thro' every fibre Dido feels the flame; 135 She doats, she burns;--then let the nuptial rite, At once the people, and the chiefs, unite, And both the nations be alike our care; The sceptre let the Phrygian husband bear, And take my Tyrians for the nuptial dow'r".