Vergil, Aeneid 6.450-476

Among whom, Phoenician Dido, recent from a wound,
wandered in the great forest; near to whom the Trojan
hero stood at first, and recognized, obscured through
the shades, as one sees, or thinks to have seen,
the moon rise through the clouds in the first month,
he loosed tears and spoke to his cherished one with love:
“Unlucky Dido, is the message come to me true, that you
killed yourself with the sword, and that your death followed?
Alas, was this the cause of the funeral to you? I swear by the
heavens and by the gods, if any hope is under deepest earth,
unwilling, queen, have I departed from your shore.
But the decrees of the gods, which now go through these shades,
force me through thorny places in position and vast night,
to lack your kingdom; nor was I able to believe
that I would bring this great sadness to you from departure.
Stay your step and withdraw yourself from our sight.
What do you flee? By fate, this is the last I address you.”
With such words, Aeneas did try to sooth her ardent
soul, and roused himself to tears.
She did hold her eyes fixed to the averted ground,
Nor the more was her appearance moved by begun entreaty,
than if she stood as enduring flint or Marpesian mountain.
At last, she stole herself away, and, hateful, fled
to the shade-bearing grove, where Sychaeus, former husband
to her, addressed her cares and returned her love.
Nor the less did Aeneas, stricken by her hurtful departure,
follow in length with tears, and lament her departing.

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