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She marks in joy the lulled water,
And Sestos, thus thy tender daughter,
Soft-flattering, woos the sea!
“Fair god–and canst thou then betray?
No! falsehood dwells with them that say
That falsehood dwells with thee!
Ah! faithless is the race of man,
And harsh a father’s heart can prove;
But thee, the gentle and the mild,
The grief of love can move!”

“Within these hated walls of stone,
Should I, repining, mourn alone,
And fade in ceaseless care,
But thou, though o’er thy giant tide,
Nor bridge may span, nor boat may glide,
Dost safe my lover bear.
And darksome is thy solemn deep,
And fearful is thy roaring wave;
But wave and deep are won by love–
Thou smilest on the brave!”

“Nor vainly, sovereign of the sea,
Did Eros send his shafts to thee
What time the rain of gold,
Bright Helle, with her brother bore,
How stirred the waves she wandered o’er,
How stirred thy deeps of old!
Swift, by the maiden’s charms subdued,
Thou cam’st from out the gloomy waves,
And in thy mighty arms, she sank
Into thy bridal caves.”

“A goddess with a god, to keep
In endless youth, beneath the deep,
Her solemn ocean-court!
And still she smooths thine angry tides,
Tames thy wild heart, and favoring guides
The sailor to the port!
Beautiful Helle, bright one, hear
Thy lone adoring suppliant pray!
And guide, O goddess–guide my love
Along the wonted way!”

Now twilight dims the waters’ flow,
And from the tower, the beacon’s glow
Waves flickering o’er the main.
Ah, where athwart the dismal stream,
Shall shine the beacon’s faithful beam
The lover’s eyes shall strain!
Hark! sounds moan threatening from afar–
From heaven the blessed stars are gone–
More darkly swells the rising sea
The tempest labors on!

Along the ocean’s boundless plains
Lies night–in torrents rush the rains
From the dark-bosomed cloud–
Red lightning skirs the panting air,
And, loosed from out their rocky lair,
Sweep all the storms abroad.
Huge wave on huge wave tumbling o’er,
The yawning gulf is rent asunder,
And shows, as through an opening pall,
Grim earth–the ocean under!

Poor maiden! bootless wail or vow–
“Have mercy, Jove–be gracious, thou!
Dread prayer was mine before!”
What if the gods have heard–and he,
Lone victim of the stormy sea,
Now struggles to the shore!
There’s not a sea-bird on the wave–
Their hurrying wings the shelter seek;
The stoutest ship the storms have proved,
Takes refuge in the creek.

“Ah, still that heart, which oft has braved
The danger where the daring saved,
Love lureth o’er the sea;–
For many a vow at parting morn,
That naught but death should bar return,
Breathed those dear lips to me;
And whirled around, the while I weep,
Amid the storm that rides the wave,
The giant gulf is grasping down
The rash one to the grave!

“False Pontus! and the calm I hailed,
The awaiting murder darkly veiled–
The lulled pellucid flow,
The smiles in which thou wert arrayed,
Were but the snares that love betrayed
To thy false realm below!
Now in the midway of the main,
Return relentlessly forbidden,
Thou loosenest on the path beyond
The horrors thou hadst hidden.”

Loud and more loud the tempest raves
In thunder break the mountain waves,
White-foaming on the rock–
No ship that ever swept the deep
Its ribs of gnarled oak could keep
Unshattered by the shock.
Dies in the blast the guiding torch
To light the struggler to the strand;
‘Tis death to battle with the wave,
And death no less to land!