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Come hither, all sweet maidens soberly, / Down-looking aye, and with a chasten'd light / Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, / And meekly let your fair hands joined be, / As if so gentle that ye could not see, / Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, / Sinking away to his young spirit's night, / Sinking bewilder'd 'mid the dreary sea:
'Tis young Leander toiling to his death; / Nigh swooning, he doth purse his weary lips / For Hero's cheek, and smiles against her smile.
O horrid dream! see how his body dips / Dead-heavy; arms and shoulders gleam awhile:
He's gone; up bubbles all his amorous breath!