V

Sweet! cease thy sighs and weeping! 'Tis time for rest and sleeping, And Venus-vestured dreams, Where thy Leander, stooping, Thou'lt see as now, undrooping, With eyes all unaccusing: Not as thou saw'st, it seems, In sleep last night, in dreams, His curls with ocean oozing, And wan of cheek and brow: But, Hero, even as now, Fair-favored as can make him Thy smile, which is a might, A hope, a god, to take him Safe through this hell of night.