Description
Once from Carthage Dido's funeral pyre
Signalled Aeneas that his dream was ended
And all his hour of passion purged by fire,
By fire of brand and fire of spirit blended.
The way the gods had marked once more seemed best
And he was free to found the destined race
That sprang from Troy but settled in the West
With trojan greatness in the Roman place.
Again from Carthage sails the founding host
Again toward Rome the guided legions sail
To build a newest Troy upon the coast
That held Aeneas in the older tale.
But now the guides are not the sisters three
But hopes of all earth's peoples that are free.
Verse Forms.
Recommended Citation
(1942)
"Verse Forms Class Poetry,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 10
:
Iss.
2
, Article 5.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss2/5
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