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I.

winds are high on Helle's wave,

As on that night of stormy water

When Love, who sent, forgot to save

The young—the beautiful—the brave—

The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.

Oh! when alone along the sky

Her turret-torch was blazing high,

Though rising gale, and breaking foam,

And shrieking sea-birds warned him home;

And clouds aloft and tides below,

With signs and sounds, forbade to go,

He could not see, he would not hear,

Or sound or sign foreboding fear;

His eye but saw that light of Love,

The only star it hailed above;

His ear but rang with Hero's song,

"Ye waves, divide not lovers long!"—

That tale is old, but Love anew

May nerve young hearts to prove as true.