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Tost and retost, no friendly succour near,
His courage faints, and sinks into despair.
His slacken'd nerves their wonted strength refuse,
His feet their motion, arms their vigour lose,
Nor can he now repair his stifl'd breath,
But drinks the briny waves, and sucks in death:
At once the torch down by the winds was tost,
And with its flame, his life and love were lost.
While the poor nymph his absence did bemoan,
With many a pensive thought, and many a groan:
The ling'ring hours at length the day restore;
But night could never seem too long before.
The barren beach and seas she round survey'd,
And hop'd her lover in the dark had stray'd:
But ah! too soon she spy'd him, where he lay
A lump of beautiful, tho' breathless clay.
All o'er confus'd she stood, and would lament,
But wanted words to give such sorrows vent.