With haggard eyes, all-streaming blood,
Distracted Hero saw her lover slain,
And thrice indignant view'd the guilty main,
And thrice accus'd each merciless watry God.
Aye me in vain! — For "see, she cry'd,
" My dear Leander's beckoning shade!
"And canst thou live, O lost, O wretched maid?
" Shall envious Fate so fond a pair divide?
"Forbid it, Love!" — Then head-long from the tower
Deep in the ruthless flood she plung'd to rise no more!