'Twas thus, O poor enamour'd maid,
The Stygian fiend approach'd the sea-girt tower,
What time, in sad misfortune's evil hour,
The faithless lamp Love's cynosure decay'd.
"And why," the ghastly phantom cries,
"Wilt thou, deluded Hero, wait
" Leander's wish'd return, forbid by Fate?
"See floating on his watery bier he lies;
" Pale are his cheeks, where Love was wont to play,
"And clos'd those radiant eyes, that late out-shone the day."