But still does Cyane the rape bemoan, + 

And with the goddess’ wrongs laments her own: + 

For the stolen maid, and for her injured spring, + 

Time to her trouble no relief can bring; + 

In her sad heart a heavy load she bears, + 

Till the dumb sorrow turns her all to tears: + 

Her mingling waters with that fountain pass, + 

Of which she late immortal goddess was; + 

Her varied members to a fluid melt; + 

A pliant softness in her bones is felt; + 

Her wavy locks first drop away in dew, + 

And liquid next her slender fingers grew; + 

The body’s change soon seizes its extreme; + 

Her legs dissolve, and feet flow off in stream; + 

Her arms, her back, her shoulders, and her side, + 

Her swelling breasts, in little currents glide; + 

A silver liquor only now remains + 

Within the channel of her purple veins; + 

Nothing to fill love’s grasp: her husband chaste + 

Bathes in that bosom he before embraced. + 