spoke, she was at the top of the lofty steps, and was embracing
and fondling in her bosom her dying sister, and
stanching with her robe the black streams of blood.
Dido strives to raise her heavy eyes, and sinks down
again, the deep stab gurgles in her breast. Thrice, with
an effort, she lifted and reared herself up on her elbow; 5
thrice, she fell back on the couch, and with helpless
wandering eyes aloft in the sky, sought for the light and
groaned when she found it.
Then Juno almighty, in compassion for her lengthened