COME hither, all sweet maidens soberly, Down-looking aye, and with a chastened 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, Untouched, a victim of your beauty bright, Sinking away to his young spirit's night, Sinking bewildered mid the dreary sea: 'T is 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE WORLD (1) by HENRY VAUGHAN THE VOICE IN THE GLOAMING by WILLIAM ALLAN ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (3) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LINES TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, ON DEATH OF EARL OF GLENCAIRN by ROBERT BURNS |