Displayed her cresset each revolving night;
Whose gleam directed loved Leander o’er
The rolling Hellespont from Asia’s shore:
Till in a fated hour, on Thracia’s coast,
She saw her lover’s lifeless body tost;
Then felt her bosom agony severe,
Her eyes, sad gazing, poured th’ incessant tear;
O’erwhelmed with anguish, frantic with despair,
She beat her swelling breast, and tore her hair;
On dear Leander’s name in vain she cried,