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HYLAS Close at hand lay a meadow,—to furnish sedge for the bedding:

Thence sharp flowering-rush and low galingale they cut them.

And with a brazen ewer the fair-haired Hylas was seeking

Water, for Héraklês' supper and sturdy Telamon's also,—

Comrades twain, that ever were used to eat at one table.

Erelong, too, he spied a spring in a low-lying hollow:

Round its brim there grew a host of rushes, and dark-blue

Celandine rose, and pale-green maiden-hair: and parsley

Throve, and the witch-grass tangling wild through watery places.

Now the Nymphs were starting a dance in the midst of the fountain,—

Sleepless Nymphs, divine, to country people a terror,—

Malis, Euneica, and one with her look of the Spring, Nycheia.

Soothly, the lad was holding the huge jar over the water,

Dipping in haste, when one and all grew fast to his hand there.

Love wound close around the gentle hearts of the bevy,

Love for the Argive boy: and headlong into the dark pool

Fell he, as when a fiery star has fallen from heaven

Headlong into the sea, and a sailor cries to his shipmates:

"Loosen the tackle, lads!—O, here comes a wind for sailing!"

As for the Nymphs, they held on their knees the tearful stripling,

And with their kindly words were fain to comfort his spirit.

But Amphitryôn's son, alarmed for the youth, bestirred him,

Taking Scythian-wise his bended bow and its arrows,

Also the club, which his right hand ever to hold was accustomed.

Thrice, ay, thrice he shouted ! loud as his deep throat

Could, while thrice the lad heard underneath, and a thin voice 229