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...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND CRUSADERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |