Till she staggered, sorrow-laden,
To the far Propontid shore.
Pausing there, perforce, to breathe her,
Faint, and frenzied, and foredone,
She beheld the sea beneath her
Basking lucid in the sun.
In she dashed—the grateful chillness
Brought assuagement to her pain,
Gave her throbbing pulses stillness,
Calmed the fever of her brain.