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longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; and at her humorous breasts, Visions and Dreams lay sucking: all men's rests Fell like the mists of death upon their eyes, Day's too long darts so kill'd their faculties. The winds yet, like the flowers, to cease began; For bright Leucote, Venus' whitest swan, That held sweet Hero dear, spread her fair wings, Like to a field of snow, and message brings From Venus to the Fates, t' entreat them lay Their charge upon the winds their rage to stay, That the stern battle of the seas might cease, And guard Leander to his love in peace.