The Wilmingtonian., 1824-02-05
FROM THE AHALECTlc MACHINE.
HERO AND LEANDER.

llAAsO AMI AEhANOGAss
TaE feast is DER, the virgin train
Has LETT Dana's sacred fame;
No more is seen tn adoring throng,
No longer heard the chorel song;
The blaze Of day has spread afar,
Now softly beams the western star,
And bright the snowy portals blush'
Rejecting evening purple hush.
On her ivory couch reclin'd,
Her every thought to love resign'd,
Heco's wearied limbs repose,
While fast the evening curtains close.
Beside ber lay, of Argive line,
A dog, Dians's gift divine;
His auburn spots and fake white, show
Like autumn's leaves on drifted snow.
Above her floats, in many fold,
An azure mantle starr'd with gold
o'er her fair proportional form,
Of power the coldest heart to warm,
Waves a robe of softest green,
Emblem of the sylven queen.
One arm against her cheek reclnes--
So by the rose the lily shines
And one, beside her emerald vest,
s.eems wreath of snow on hillow's breast.
o. her bosom's heaving pride,
Soft as moonlight on the tide,
Flows a veii of snowy hue,
That hides, yet gives each orb to view;
And parting. shows her lucid neck
Like Parian stone, without speck.
And though her eyes, Of heavenly blue,
Like iacinth wet with morning dew,
Now, closed in sleep, no longer dart
The light of love to melt the heart,
Or flash with passions pickering flame,
Or shine with memory's mldcr beam;
Yet DER her bright expressive face,
Breathes serene and heavenly grace,
That like watchful spirit tells,
An angel in this temple dwells.
SO when the Sun, Creations eye,
In glory leaves our western sky,
A softened light new charms reveals,
And DER the magic landscape steals.
Triumphant DER the Paphian boy,
Cause Of the fall of heaven-built Troy,
The God of sleep now silent reigns,
And binds with flowers his golden chains;
For still he gives each blissful dream,
That lovers view by haunted stream,
And still in swift succession, roll
Visions OF rapture DER her soul.
Now on the beach I.eander stands,
And lifts TO heaven his suppliant hands
For thee the stormy deep brave,
Watt me, . love. across the wave"
Instant he cuts the srirgng tide,
The billows fash on either side,
Swift through the foam he oars his wav,
And casts behind the sparkling spray.
Now DER the deep, and round the sky,
Night hangs her ebon tapestry
No lingering flush Of western light
Skirts the darkening robe Of night;
No dewy star of eve appears.
Like Beauty's eye through PHYS tears
No noon lights up the blacken'd ocean.
Heaving with the wild winds motion;
No watch fire CLEANS, guiding star,
From vessel or from tower afar;
Nor "haf uncurtain'd windows light"
Streams cheerful through the gloom Of nigh
Love hears his dauntless vct'ry prayer;
Love sees the sleep.en,ranc ed fair;
Instant, on lightning wings, he flies,
Like flashing meteor, down the skies;
a moment watts him 10 .hat isle
Where Love and Beauty ever smile;
There IN the Paphian porch was PLACID,
With radiant gems and sculpture grac'd,
A golden lamp, whose rosy flame
Glow'd like the burning bush of shame
Eternal lives the sacred light,
In storms, in calm, by day, by night;
Graceful in vernsl breezes waving,
And winters bowling tempest braving.
This prize he bears with rapid flight,
Till high Abdos meets his sight,
Where every restless billows roar,
And dash and foam OH either shore.
Swift by the slumsering maid he stood,
An angel from presaging good;
And mid her faithless dreams uf Joy,
Burst on her sight the monarch hoy.
One hand his mantle round him folds.
A golden lamp the other holds;
Its weight three poli,l'd chains suspend,
And in ring OF silver end.
Graceful wave his golden curls,
His azure scarf the breeze unfurls
From limbs as morning bushes bright;
Around him sresns rosy light,
And tints his wings Of snowy hue,
And mantle Of meridian blue.
rose bud glows OH either cheek,
His eyes the God OF Love bespcak.
Piercing as the lightnings CLEAN.
Yet pure as Vesper's lucid beam.
Arise, devoted !naid," he cries,
"a moment-and I.cander dies;
But trust my counsel, and he lives,
IT'S love that calls, tits Cupid gives.
Asunder burst the band, Of sleep
Fly, fly. to yonder towering steep,
This friendly beacon there display.
And light Leander's gloo'ny way''
She heard-she sna;ch'd The proficr'l g
Instant she mounts the watch tower cliff,
Naught can she see but drifting clouds,
Like routed hosts, or flying crowds;
Naught hears she but the awful drge
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