And left poor Dido weeping ’neath the moon;
A palm-leaf in her hand, as Shakespeare said,
The crown of ancient Carthage on her head;
’Twas thus Aeneas jilted the fair dame
And put the chivalry of Greece to shame.
Fair Dido, to go back a little way,
Had fled the vengeance of her brother’s ire,
Who slew her wealthy husband one fine day
And chased his widowed sister out of Tyre;
Pygmalion was the name he bore at court,