Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly br Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light br Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, br And meekly let your fair hands joined be, br As if so gentle that ye could not see, br Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, br Sinking away to his young spirit's night, br Sinking bewilder'd 'mid the dreary sea. br 'Tis young Leander toiling to his death. br Nigh swooning he doth purse his weary lips br For Hero's cheek, and smiles against her smile.