VII

Plain as the glistering planets shine

When winds have cleaned the skies,

Her love appeared, appealed for mine,

And wantoned in her eyes.

Clear as the shining tapers burned

On Cytherea’ s shrine,

Those brimming, lustrous beauties turned,

And called and conquered mine.

The beacon-lamp that Hero lit

No fairer shone on sea,

No plainlier summoned will and wit,

Than hers encouraged me.

I thrilled to feel her influence near,

I struck my flag at sight.

Her starry silence smote my ear

Like sudden drums at night.

I ran as, at the cannon’ s roar,

The troops the ramparts man —

As in the holy house of yore

The willing Eli ran.

Here, lady, lo! that servant stands

You picked from passing men,

And should you need nor heart nor hands

He bows and goes again.