ENEAS AND DIDO. BY T. K. HERVEY. 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, -Upon his brow the grace revealed, Which kings have stamped—and gods have sealed, But he is as those meteor things That tread, like monarchs, through the sky, Yet have their red and burning wings Controlled and plumed by destiny! He came like light—like light is gone, Born eastward, where the palmy Tyre That makes her young and wasted breast, Like wilds and waters in the East, A lifeless and a tideless sea, A desart-to eternity! |