th myrtle-groves about,
Nor in the very death itself may wear their trouble out:
Phaedra he saw, Procris he saw, and Eriphyle sad.
Baring that cruel offspring's wound her loving body had:
Evadne and Pasiphae, Laodamia there
He saw, and Caenis, once a youth and then a maiden fair,
And shifted by the deed of fate to his old shape again.

Midst whom Phoenician Dido now, fresh from the iron bane, 450
Went wandering in the mighty wood: and when the Trojan man
First dimly knew her standing by amid the glimmer wan
--E'en as in earliest of the month one sees the moon arise,
Or seems to see her at the least in cloudy drift of skies--
He spake, and let the tears fall down by all love's sweetness stirred:
"Unhappy Dido, was it true, that bitter following word,
That thou wert dead, by sword hadst sought the utter end of all?
Was it thy very death I wrought? Ah! on the stars I call,
I call the Gods and whatso faith the nether earth may hold,
To witness that against my will I left thy field and fold! 460
But that same bidding of the Gods, whereby e'en now I wend
Through dark, through deserts rusty-rough, through night without an end,
Drave me with doom. Nor held my heart in anywise belief
That my departure from thy land might work thee such a grief.
O stay thy feet! nor tear thyself from my beholding thus.
Whom fleest thou? this word is all that Fate shall give to us."

Such were the words AEneas spake to soothe her as she stood
With stern eyes flaming, while his heart swelled with the woeful flood:
But, turned away, her sick eyes still she fixed upon the earth;
Nor was her face moved any more by all his sad words' birth 470
Than if Marpesian crag or flint had held her image so:
At last she flung herself away, and fled, his utter foe,
Unto the shady wood, where he, her husband of old days,
Gives grief for grief, and loving heart beside her loving lays.
Nor less AEneas, smitten sore by her unworthy woes,
With tears and pity followeth her as far away she goes.

But thence the meted way they wear, and reach the outer field,
Where dwell apart renowned men, the mighty under shield:
There Tydeus meets him; there he sees the great fight-glorious man,
Parthenopaeus; there withal Adrastus' image wan; 480
And there the Dardans battle-slain,