No marvel then, though Hero would not yield So soon to part from what she dearly held. Jewels being lost are found again, this never, 'Tis lost but once, and once lost, lost for ever.
Now had the Morn espied her lover's steeds, Whereat she starts, puts on her purple weeds, And red for anger that he stay'd so long, All headlong throws herself the clouds among. And now Leander, fearing to be miss'd, Embrac'd her suddenly, took leave, and kiss'd; Long was he taking leave, and loth to go, And kiss'd again, as lovers use to do; Sad Hero wrung him by the hand and wept, Saying, "let your vows and promises be kept." Then standing at the door, she turn❜d about, As loth to see Leander going out.-
And now the sun, that through th' horizon peeps, As pitying these lovers, downward creeps. So that in silence of the cloudy night,
Though it was morning, did he take his flight, But what the secret trusty night conceal'd, Leander's amorous habit soon reveal'd;
With Cupid's myrtle was his bonnet crown'd, About his arms the purple riband wound, Wherewith she wreath'd her largely spreading
Nor could the youth abstain, but he must wear The sacred ring wherewith she was endow'd,
When first religious chastity she vow'd:
Which made his love through Sestos to be known, And thence unto Abydos sooner blown
Than he could sail, for incorporeal fame, Whose weight consists in nothing but her name, Is swifter than the wind, whose tardy plumes Are reeking water and dull earthly fumes. Home when he came, he seem'd not to be there, But like exiled air thrust from his sphere,
Set in a foreign place, and straight from thence, Alcides-like, by mighty violence,
He would have chas'd away the swelling main, That him from her unjustly did detain. Like as the sun in a diameter,
Fires and inflames objects removed far, And heateth kindly, shining lat'rally;
So beauty sweetly quickens when 'tis nigh, But being separated and remov'd,
Burns where it'cherish'd, murders where it lov'd. Therefore e'en as an index to a book,
So to his mind was young Leander's look. O none but gods have power their love to hide! Affection by the count'nance is descried; The light of hidden fire itself discovers, And love that is conceal'd betrays poor lovers. His secret flame apparently was seen,— Leander's father knew where he had been, And for the same mildly rebuk'd his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun. But love resisted once grows passionate, And nothing more than counsel lovers hate;
For as a hot proud horse highly disdains To have his head controll'd, but breaks the reins, Spits forth his ringled bit, and with his hoofs Checks the submissive ground; so he that loves, The more he is restrain'd, the worse he fares; What is it now but mad Leander dares? "O Hero! Hero!" thus he cried full oft, And then he got him to a rock aloft,
Where having spied her tower, long star'd he on't, And pray'd the narrow toiling Hellespont To part in twain, that he might come and go, But still the rising billows answer'd, No. With that he stripp'd him to the ivory skin, And crying, "Love, I come," leap'd lively in, Whereat the sapphire-visag'd god grew proud, And made his cap'ring Triton sound aloud. Imagining that Ganymede, displeas'd, Had left the heavens, therefore on him he seiz'd. Leander striv'd, the waves about him wound, And pull'd him to the bottom, where the ground Was strew'd with pearl, and in low coral groves, Sweet singing mermaids sported with their loves On heaps of heavy gold, and took great pleasure Το spurn in careless sort the shipwreck treasure. For here the stately azure palace stood, Where kingly Neptune and his train abode. The lusty god embrac'd him, call'd him love, And swore he never should return to Jove. But when he knew it was not Ganymede, For under water he was almost dead,
He heav'd him up, and looking on his face, Beat down the bold waves with his triple mace, Which mounted up, intending to have kiss'd him, And fell in drops like tears because they miss'd him. Leander being up, began to swim,
And looking back, saw Neptune follow him. Whereat aghast, the poor soul 'gan to cry, "O let me visit Hero ere I die."
The god put Helle's bracelet on his arm,
And swore the sea should never do him harm. He clapp'd his plump cheeks, with his tresses play'd, And smilingly wantonly his love betray'd; He watch'd his arms, and as they open'd wide At every stroke, betwixt them he would slide, And steal a kiss, and then run out and dance, And as he turn'd cast many a lustful glance, And threw him gaudy toys to please his eye, And dive into the water, and there pry Upon his breast, his thighs, and every limb, And up again, and close beside him swim, And talk of love; Leander made reply, "You are deceiv'd, I am no woman, I;" Thereat smil'd Neptune, and then told a tale, How that a shepherd sitting in a vale, Play'd with a boy so lovely, fair and kind, As for his love both earth and heaven pin'd, That of the cooling river durst not drink, Lest water-nymphs should pull him from the brink. And when he sported in the fragrant lawns, Goat-footed satyrs, and up-starting fawns
Would steal him thence. Ere half his tale was
"Aye me," Leander cried, "th' enamour'd sun That now should shine on Thetis' glassy bower, Descends upon my radiant Hero's tower,
O that these tardy arms of mine were wings!" And as he spake, upon the waves he springs. Neptune was angry that he gave no ear, And in his heart revenging malice bare: He flung at him his mace, but as it went, He call'd it in, for love made him repent. The mace returning back his own hand hit, As meaning to be 'veng'd for darting it. When this fresh bleeding wound Leander view'd, His colour went and came, as if he rued
The grief that Neptune felt. In gentle breasts Relenting thoughts, remorse and pity rests; And who have hard hearts and obdurate minds, But vicious, hare-brain'd and illiterate hinds? The god seeing him with pity to be mov'd, Thereon concluded that he was belov'd. (Love is too full of faith, too credulous, With folly and false hope deluding us ;) Wherefore Leander's fancy to surprise, To the rich ocean for gifts he flies. 'Tis wisdom to give much, a gift prevails When deep persuading oratory fails.
By this Leander being near the land, Cast down his weary feet, and felt the sand.
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