Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly <br />Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light <br />Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, <br />And meekly let your fair hands joined be, <br />As if so gentle that ye could not see, <br />Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, <br />Sinking away to his young spirit's night, <br />Sinking bewilder'd 'mid the dreary sea. <br />'Tis young Leander toiling to his death. <br />Nigh swooning he doth purse his weary lips <br />For Hero's cheek, and smiles against her smile. <br />O horrid dream! see how his body dips <br />Dead-heavy; arms and shoulders gleam awhile; <br />He's gone; up bubbles all his amorous breath!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-a-picture-of-leander/
