XLVIII.
Yet weep and watch for him, though all in vain!
Ye moaning billows, seek him as ye wander!
Ye gazing sunbeams, look for him again!
Ye winds, grow hoarse with asking for Leander!
Ye did but spare him for more cruel rape,
Sea-storm and ruin in a female shape!
XLIX.
She says 'tis love hath bribed her to this deed,
The glancing of his eyes did so bewitch her.