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 'Twas Night, the sullen winds, winds, such as rage Tyrants of wintry skies, from pole to pole League in discordant union, and the Deep Rouse to fierce conflict; inauspicious hour, Leander nought regards thee, all his soul Pants for the well-known joys, once more the Main Bears its devoted burden; wave on wave Dashes, his mountains angry Neptune heaves Ev'n to the foot of Jove, the tempests shake Creation's wide domain; the surly East Wars with the Western blast, the ruder North Blows havock on the South, the mingled roar Of thunder bellows thro' the mad profound.

Whelm'd in the gulph, and toss'd from surge to surge, What pangs were thine, Leander! Many a prayer Wooes Cytherea's smile, and many a vow Implores the Lord of Ocean; Thee he calls, Boreas, unmindful of the Nymph belov'd, Unmindful of Leander; pray'rs are vain, Deaf ev'ry Pow'r, for Love can never boast A conquest o'er the Fates; unhappy Youth, Sport of contending elements, whose force Compelling veers thee diverse, scarce thy feet Faint, and more faint move heavily, thy arm