11.

Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc,

When last I pressed thy lip;

And long ere now, with foaming shock,

Impelled thy gallant ship.

12.

Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now

Hast trod the shore of Spain;

"Twere hard if ought so fair as thou

Should linger on the main.

13.

And since I now remember thee

In darkness and in dread,

As in those hours of revelry

Which mirth and music sped;

14.

Do thou amidst the fair white walls,

If Cadiz yet be free,

At times from out her latticed halls

Look o'er the dark blue sea;

15.

Then think upon Calypso's isles,
Endeared by days gone by;

To others give a thousand smiles,

To me a single sigh.

16.

And when the admiring circle mark

The paleness of thy face,

A half formed tear, a transient spark

Of melancholy grace,

17.

Again thou❜lt smile, and blushing shun

Some coxcomb's raillery;

Nor own for once thou thought'st of one,

Who ever thinks on thee.

18.

Though smile and sigh alike are vain,

When severed hearts repine,

My spirit flies o'er mount and main,

And mourns in search of thine.

V.

Written at Athens.

JANUARY 16, 1810.

THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Thus is it with life's fitful fever:

We madly smile when we should groan;

Delirium is our best deceiver.

Each lucid interval of thought

Recalls the woes of Nature's charter,

And he that acts as wise men ought,

But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.

VI.

Written after swimming from Sestos to Abydos1.

MAY 9, 1810.

1.

IF, in the month of dark December,

Leander, who was nightly wont

(What maid will not the tale remember?)

To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!

VOL. IV.

D