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Whence were these ways of soft delusion known?
Who to my country led thee o'er the main?
Ah me!—but all thou say'st is said in vain:
How should an unknown wanderer share my love?
******But tell-conceal them not-thy country and thy name.
Mine is not hid from thee; on rumour flown,
The name of Hero is not quite unknown.
A lofty tower my mansion; where around
Roars the deep ocean with eternal sound;
The spiry walls of Sestos rise behind;
There, by my parents' stern device confin'd,
I, with a single damsel, lonely dwell,
Where rolls the neighbouring sea with billowy swell
On the steep shore: no friends my hours engage,
No youthful playmates of congenial age:
In waking daylight, or in nightly sleep,
My ears are fill'd with winds, and voices of the deep."
———She veil'd again her rosy cheek.
******Sighing from his inmost soul Leander spake
Words of close wiles: "Oh, virgin! for thy sake
Will I the wild waves cross, ————
For in a city near thy own I dwell:
Abydos fronts thy Sestian citadel.
But let a torch, from that high tower display'd,
Shine opposite athwart the midnight shade:
The light discern'd shall guide me straight before
To the sweet haven of thy country's shore;