Classic Poem

'Twas dead of Night, when weary Bodies close
Their Eyes in balmy Sleep, and soft Repose:
The Winds no longer whisper through the Woods,
Nor murm'ring Tides disturb the gentle Floods.
The Stars in silent order mov'd around,
And Peace, with downy wings, was brooding on the ground:
The Flocks and Herds, and parti-colour'd Fowl,
Which haunt the Woods, or swim the weedy Pool;
Stretch'd on the quiet Earth securely lay,
Forgetting the past Labours of the day.
All else of Nature's common Gift partake;
Unhappy Dido was alone awake.
Nor Sleep nor Ease the Furious Queen can find,
Sleep fled her Eyes, as Quiet fled her mind.
Despair, and Rage, and Love, divide her heart;
Despair and Rage had some, but Love the greater part.