THO' winds and seas oppose their utmost spite, Join'd with the horror of a dismal night, To keep his word the brave Leander strove, Honour his Convoy, and his Pilot Love; He long resists the envious billows' rage, Whose malice would his generous flame assuage. At last, his weary limbs o'ercome with pain, No longer could the mighty force sustain; Then thoughts of losing Hero made him grieve, Only for Hero could he wish to live. With feeble voice, a while to respite Fate, He with his foes would fain capitulate: Whilst they against him still their fury bend, Nor these his dying accents would attend: 'Since to your greater powers I must submit, Ye Winds and Seas, at least, this prayer admit; That with my faith I may to her comply, And at return let me your Victim die.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD CORTEGE FOR ROSENBLOOM by WALLACE STEVENS WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A LAMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE UNKNOWN GOD by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |