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Rh Whence were these ways of soft delusion known? Who to my country led thee o'er the main? Ah me!—but all thou say'st is said in vain: How should an unknown wanderer share my love? But tell-conceal them not-thy country and thy name. Mine is not hid from thee; on rumour flown, The name of Hero is not quite unknown. A lofty tower my mansion; where around Roars the deep ocean with eternal sound; The spiry walls of Sestos rise behind; There, by my parents' stern device confin'd, I, with a single damsel, lonely dwell, Where rolls the neighbouring sea with billowy swell On the steep shore: no friends my hours engage, No youthful playmates of congenial age: In waking daylight, or in nightly sleep, My ears are fill'd with winds, and voices of the deep." She veil'd again her rosy cheek. Sighing from his inmost soul Leander spake Words of close wiles: "Oh, virgin! for thy sake Will I the wild waves cross, For in a city near thy own I dwell: Abydos fronts thy Sestian citadel. But let a torch, from that high tower display'd, Shine opposite athwart the midnight shade: The light discern'd shall guide me straight before To the sweet haven of thy country's shore;