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XXI
“God, what great loves, what lovers whenThese westmost states were born of men,
When giants gripped their hands and came
With nerves of steel and souls of flame—
Could you not wait within yon Gate,
As their loves dared to wait and wait?
An hundred thousand Didos sat
Atlantic's sea-bank nor forgot,
The while their lovers westmost fought,
But patient sat as Dido, when
She waved Æneas back again
And bravely dared to smile thereat.
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