If so, he gave a mere pretence.
For the true offspring of his love—
Tobacco—grew far o'er the sea,
Where Leucothoë from above
Led him as honey leads the bee,
Till on that plant he paus'd to gaze
Some moments ere he held his way,
And cheer her with his warmest rays,
Heedless of time or length of day.
Then with a sigh his brows he wreath'd