Dido. Y love is gone, and will return no more! I seek the silent fellowship of heaven DIDO. My wanderings ceased-to Afric's shore I came ; To rise the queen, methought, of earth to be. My love is gone, and will return no more! My love is gone, and will return no more! A stately funeral pile, and on it lay The arms which he hath left, and mount thereon,, And clasping them I'll perish there alone! 39 My love is gone, and will return no more! My bidding well, for I shall need thee soon. So said she, and her passionate soul outpoured: The Raindrop. E sat within his prison pent, He looked on tower and battlement That he was born to lord. But now a stranger holds his land, When Harold fell in Hastings' field But ere a month had passed away |