A grove amid the town there is, a pleasant place of green, Where erst the Tyrians, beat by waves and whirling of the wind, Dug out the token Juno once had bidden them hope to find, An eager horse's head to wit: for thus their folk should grow Far-famed in war for many an age, of victual rich enow. There now did Dido, Sidon-born, uprear a mighty fane To Juno, rich in gifts, and rich in present godhead's gain: On brazen steps its threshold rose, and brass its lintel tied, And on their hinges therewithal the brazen door-leaves cried. And now within that grove again a new thing thrusting forth 450 'Gan lighten fear; for here to hope Æneas deemed it worth, And trust his fortune beaten down that yet it might arise. For there while he abode the Queen, and wandered with his eyes O'er all the temple, musing on the city's fate to be, And o'er the diverse handicraft and works of mastery, Lo there, set out before his face the battles that were Troy's, And wars, whereof all folk on earth had heard the fame and noise; King Priam, the Atridæ twain, Achilles dire to both. He stood, and weeping spake withal: "Achates, lo! forsooth What place, what land in all the earth but with our grief is stored? 460 Lo Priam! and even here belike deed hath its own reward. Lo here are tears for piteous things that touch men's hearts anigh: Cast off thy fear! this fame today shall yet thy safety buy."