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'Chills the pale mariner, my Hero's charms
'Shall smooth the billows, and each liquid hill
'Shall rise an altar to the lover's bliss.
'Yes! for my Hero, mid the shades of night
'I pass the troubled Hellespont, and leave
'For happier Sestos my Abydos' shore!
'Yet, fair Conductress, from the turret's brow
'Illum'd by earliest dawn, will Hero's hand
'Point the bright torch, the cynosure to steer
'The bark, thy Bridegroom to his port of Love?
'Cheer'd by that genial Star, of other lights
'I fail regardless, let thy baleful orb,
'Orion, and Boötes' half-clos'd eye
'Weep o'er the drear horizon; let the North
'Display that planetary Car, whose head
'Rests not on Ocean's pillow; Lamps of Heav'n,
'Farewell!—the Torch, my guide to Hero's arms.
'Yet, loveliest of thy sex, be thine the care
'To watch the sacred fire, lest the rude breath
'Of winds ungen'rous rob me of its light,
'Rob Hero of her Lover; thine to rule,
'Guide of my course, and guardian of my life:
'Know 'tis Leander sues, smile o'er his vows,
'Thou Idol of my soul, and make me thine!'
Thus
