Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/55



NTO the woodland spring he came

For water welling fresh and sweet;

An eager purpose winged his feet

And set his heart aflame.

But musing on Alcmene's son—

Reviewing, emulous, each prize

By the godlike hero won,

A-sudden, with surprise,

He heard soft voices call upon his name:

Hylas, Hylas, stay and listen!

Pleasure greets thee,

Youth entreats thee,—

Where the eddies dimpling glisten,

To the love-lorn naiads listen!

Let not carping care destroy

Life's jocund prime with counsels cold!—

From happy youth the gods withhold