Musaeus Grammaticus, Hero and Leander (1773)
“ Worne by the surge has drag'd his willing bark, And flies the faithless deep; far other cares O'errule Leander's soul, Love boldly spurns Discretion's softer voice, the Tow'r displays Its evening-star accustom'd, light to joys, The lover ne'er can quit; in vain the wave Dashing the face of Heav'n forbids the youth To trust its madden'd horrors; cruel Torch, Thy beam malignant lights him to his fate. Yet could not Hero, fear'd by Winter's frown, Waste a few solitary, tedious nights? Oh! call the Torch, for one short period call From its aërial office! ”
