Now Pitane bare, by Lord Poseidon fathered,
Evadne of the violet hair, men say,
But hid her shame ’neath vesture-folds upgathered,
Till she might send her maidens thence away,
Bidding them bear her babe to Eilatus’ son
Who at Phaisane ruled in hill-girt places
Arcadian, and his lot by Alpheus won.
There was Evadne nurtured: in the embraces
Of Phoebus her love’s story was begun.