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...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND |