|Plus, he probably looked hot doing it|
Portrait by R. Westall
Leander, who was nightly wont
(What maid will not the tale remember?)
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
If, when the wintry tempest roared,
He sped to Hero, nothing loath,
And thus of old thy current poured,
Fair Venus! how I pity both!
For me, degenerate modern wretch,
Though in the genial month of May,
My dripping limbs I faintly stretch,
And think I've done a feat today.
But since he crossed the rapid tide,
According to the doubtful story,
To woo -and -Lord knows what beside,
And swam for Love, as I for Glory;
'Twere hard to say who fared the best:
Sad mortals! thus the gods still plague you!
He lost his labour, I my jest;
For he was drowned, and I've the ague.
these guys? They've organized a swim across the Hellensport for the last eight years but others have also done it off and on since Byron's death in 1824. In 2010 one of the swimmers was the next Lord Byron, the Honorable Charles Byron. I think they might want to double check the pedigree there because I don't know that I see a family resemblance.
All right, have a great day whatever you're doing today. The next post will be back on the road.