9. While wand'ring through each broken path, O'er brake and craggy brow; While elements exhaust their wrath, Sweet Florence, where art thou? 10. Not on the sea, not on the sea, Oh, may the storm that pours on me, Bow down my head alone! 11. Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, And long ere now with foaming shock 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 Which mirth and music sped; 14. Do thou amidst the fair white walls, If Cadiz yet be free, At times from out her lattic'd halls Look o'er the dark blue sea; 15. Then think upon Calypso's isles To others give a thousand smiles, 16. And when the admiring circle mark A half form'd 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, My spirit flies o'er mount and main, V. Written at Athens. JANUARY 16, 1810. THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! 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 Abydos. MAY 9, 1810. 1. If in the month of dark December (What maid will not the tale remember?) To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont! *On the 3d of May, 1810, while the Salsette frigate (Captain Bathurst) was lying in the Dardanelles, Lieutenant Ekenhead of that frigate and the writer of these rhymes swam from the European shore to the Asiatic-by-the-by, from Abydos to Sestos would have been more correct. The whole distance from the place whence we started to our land¡ng on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles;, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity |