Morning came, and came after a night of such terror, as but rarely is known
to mortals; for the first time Leander had not sought her bower, and an
indistinct shadow brooded over her mind, of some vague, uncertain dread, as
she wandered down to the sea shore.
"Her heart sick with its terror, and her eye,
Roving in tearful, dim uncertainty.
Not long uncertain,--she marked something glide,
Shadowy and indistinct upon the tide;
On rushed she in that desperate energy,
Which only has to know, and knowing, die--
--It was Leander!"