ENEAS AND DIDO. He comes he comes through storm and night! No sail impels-no pilot guides; The sky has not a single light To lamp him o'er the tides! Through breeze and billow-swell and spray, He stands upon his fated way, One of those fair and visioned forms That-like the rainbow-come in storms !— And bears, through more than mortal strife, The treasure of a charmed life! -Upon his brow the grace revealed Which kings have stamped-and gods have sealed, He rises on her, through the night, Like some bright spirit of the sea, And stands before her, in the light But he is as those meteor things That tread, like monarchs, through the sky, Born eastward, where the palmy Tyre ENEAS AND DIDO. He comes he comes through storm and night! No sail impels-no pilot guides; The sky has not a single light To lamp him o'er the tides! Through breeze and billow-swell and spray, He stands upon his fated way, One of those fair and visioned forms That-like the rainbow-come in storms ! And bears, through more than mortal strife, The treasure of a charmed life! -Upon his brow the grace revealed Which kings have stamped-and gods have sealed, He rises on her, through the night, Like some bright spirit of the sea, And stands before her, in the light But he is as those meteor things That tread, like monarchs, through the sky, Born eastward, where the palmy Tyre |