Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)
The Story of Acis, Polyphemus and Galatea
13:1098 Acis, the lovely youth, whose loss I mourn,
13:1099 From Faunus, and the nymph Symethis born,
13:1100 Was both his parents' pleasure; but, to me
13:1101 Was all that love could make a lover be.
13:1102 The Gods our minds in mutual bands did join:
13:1103 I was his only joy, and he was mine.
13:1104 Now sixteen summers the sweet youth had seen;
13:1105 And doubtful down began to shade his chin:
13:1106 When Polyphemus first disturb'd our joy;
13:1107 And lov'd me fiercely, as I lov'd the boy.
13:1108 Ask not which passion in my soul was high'r,
13:1109 My last aversion, or my first desire:
13:1110 Nor this the greater was, nor that the less;
13:1111 Both were alike, for both were in excess.
13:1112 Thee, Venus, thee both Heav'n, and Earth obey;
13:1113 Immense thy pow'r, and boundless is thy sway.
13:1114 The Cyclops, who defy'd th' aetherial throne,
13:1115 And thought no thunder louder than his own,
13:1116 The terror of the woods, and wilder far
13:1117 Than wolves in plains, or bears in forests are,
13:1118 Th' inhuman host, who made his bloody feasts
13:1119 On mangl'd members of his butcher'd guests,
13:1120 Yet felt the force of love, and fierce desire,
13:1121 And burnt for me, with unrelenting fire.
13:1122 Forgot his caverns, and his woolly care,
13:1123 Assum'd the softness of a lover's air;
13:1124 And comb'd, with teeth of rakes, his rugged hair.
13:1125 Now with a crooked scythe his beard he sleeks;
13:1126 And mows the stubborn stubble of his cheeks:
13:1127 Now in the crystal stream he looks, to try
13:1128 His simagres, and rowls his glaring eye.
13:1129 His cruelty, and thirst of blood are lost;
13:1130 And ships securely sail along the coast.
13:1131 The prophet Telemus (arriv'd by chance
13:1132 Where Aetna's summets to the seas advance,
13:1133 Who mark'd the tracts of every bird that flew,
13:1134 And sure presages from their flying drew)
13:1135 Foretold the Cyclops, that Ulysses' hand
13:1136 In his broad eye shou'd thrust a flaming brand.
13:1137 The giant, with a scornful grin, reply'd,
13:1138 Vain augur, thou hast falsely prophesy'd;
13:1139 Already love his flaming brand has tost;
13:1140 Looking on two fair eyes, my sight I lost,
13:1141 Thus, warn'd in vain, with stalking pace he strode,
13:1142 And stamp'd the margin of the briny flood
13:1143 With heavy steps; and weary, sought agen
13:1144 The cool retirement of his gloomy den.
13:1145 A promontory, sharp'ning by degrees,
13:1146 Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas:
13:1147 On either side, below, the water flows;
13:1148 This airy walk the giant lover chose.
13:1149 Here on the midst he sate; his flocks, unled,
13:1150 Their shepherd follow'd, and securely fed.
13:1151 A pine so burly, and of length so vast,
13:1152 That sailing ships requir'd it for a mast,
13:1153 He wielded for a staff, his steps to guide:
13:1154 But laid it by, his whistle while he try'd.
13:1155 A hundred reeds of a prodigious growth,
13:1156 Scarce made a pipe, proportion'd to his mouth:
13:1157 Which when he gave it wind, the rocks around,
13:1158 And watry plains, the dreadful hiss resound.
13:1159 I heard the ruffian-shepherd rudely blow,
13:1160 Where, in a hollow cave, I sat below;
13:1161 On Acis' bosom I my head reclin'd:
13:1162 And still preserve the poem in my mind.
13:1163 Oh lovely Galatea, whiter far
13:1164 Than falling snows, and rising lillies are;
13:1165 More flowry than the meads, as chrystal bright:
13:1166 Erect as alders, and of equal height:
13:1167 More wanton than a kid, more sleek thy skin,
13:1168 Than orient shells, that on the shores are seen,
13:1169 Than apples fairer, when the boughs they lade;
13:1170 Pleasing, as winter suns, or summer shade:
13:1171 More grateful to the sight, than goodly plains;
13:1172 And softer to the touch, than down of swans;
13:1173 Or curds new turn'd; and sweeter to the taste
13:1174 Than swelling grapes, that to the vintage haste:
13:1175 More clear than ice, or running streams, that stray
13:1176 Through garden plots, but ah! more swift than they.
13:1177 Yet, Galatea, harder to be broke
13:1178 Than bullocks, unreclaim'd, to bear the yoke,
13:1179 And far more stubborn, than the knotted oak:
13:1180 Like sliding streams, impossible to hold;
13:1181 Like them, fallacious, like their fountains, cold.
13:1182 More warping, than the willow, to decline
13:1183 My warm embrace, more brittle, than the vine;
13:1184 Immovable, and fixt in thy disdain:
13:1185 Tough, as these rocks, and of a harder grain.
13:1186 More violent, than is the rising flood;
13:1187 And the prais'd peacock is not half so proud.
13:1188 Fierce, as the fire, and sharp, as thistles are,
13:1189 And more outragious, than a mother-bear:
13:1190 Deaf, as the billows to the vows I make;
13:1191 And more revengeful, than a trodden snake.
13:1192 In swiftness fleeter, than the flying hind,
13:1193 Or driven tempests, or the driving wind.
13:1194 All other faults, with patience I can bear;
13:1195 But swiftness is the vice I only fear.
13:1196 Yet if you knew me well, you wou'd not shun
13:1197 My love, but to my wish'd embraces run:
13:1198 Wou'd languish in your turn, and court my stay;
13:1199 And much repent of your unwise delay.
13:1200 My palace, in the living rock, is made
13:1201 By Nature's hand; a spacious pleasing shade:
13:1202 Which neither heat can pierce, nor cold invade.
13:1203 My garden fill'd with fruits you may behold,
13:1204 And grapes in clusters, imitating gold;
13:1205 Some blushing bunches of a purple hue:
13:1206 And these, and those, are all reserv'd for you.
13:1207 Red strawberries, in shades, expecting stand,
13:1208 Proud to be gather'd by so white a hand.
13:1209 Autumnal cornels latter fruit provide;
13:1210 And plumbs, to tempt you, turn their glossy side:
13:1211 Not those of common kinds; but such alone,
13:1212 As in Phaeacian orchards might have grown:
13:1213 Nor chestnuts shall be wanting to your food,
13:1214 Nor garden-fruits, nor wildings of the wood;
13:1215 The laden boughs for you alone shall bear;
13:1216 And yours shall be the product of the year.
13:1217 The flocks you see, are all my own; beside
13:1218 The rest that woods, and winding vallies hide;
13:1219 And those that folded in the caves abide.
13:1220 Ask not the numbers of my growing store;
13:1221 Who knows how many, knows he has no more.
13:1222 Nor will I praise my cattle; trust not me,
13:1223 But judge your self, and pass your own decree:
13:1224 Behold their swelling dugs; the sweepy weight
13:1225 Of ewes, that sink beneath the milky freight;
13:1226 In the warm folds their tender lambkins lye;
13:1227 Apart from kids, that call with human cry.
13:1228 New milk in nut-brown bowls is duely serv'd
13:1229 For daily drink; the rest for cheese reserv'd.
13:1230 Nor are these household dainties all my store:
13:1231 The fields, and forests will afford us more;
13:1232 The deer, the hare, the goat, the savage boar.
13:1233 All sorts of ven'son; and of birds the best;
13:1234 A pair of turtles taken from the nest.
13:1235 I walk'd the mountains, and two cubs I found
13:1236 (Whose dam had left 'em on the naked ground),
13:1237 So like, that no distinction could be seen:
13:1238 So pretty, they were presents for a queen;
13:1239 And so they shall; I took them both away;
13:1240 And keep, to be companions of your play.
13:1241 Oh raise, fair nymph, your beauteous face above
13:1242 The waves; nor scorn my presents, and my love.
13:1243 Come, Galatea, come, and view my face;
13:1244 I late beheld it, in the watry glass;
13:1245 And found it lovelier, than I fear'd it was.
13:1246 Survey my towring stature, and my size:
13:1247 Not Jove, the Jove you dream, that rules the skies,
13:1248 Bears such a bulk, or is so largely spread:
13:1249 My locks (the plenteous harvest of my head)
13:1250 Hang o'er my manly face; and dangling down,
13:1251 As with a shady grove, my shoulders crown.
13:1252 Nor think, because my limbs and body bear
13:1253 A thick-set underwood of bristling hair,
13:1254 My shape deform'd; what fouler sight can be,
13:1255 Than the bald branches of a leafless tree?
13:1256 Foul is the steed without a flowing mane:
13:1257 And birds, without their feathers, and their train.
13:1258 Wool decks the sheep; and Man receives a grace
13:1259 From bushy limbs, and from a bearded face.
13:1260 My forehead with a single eye is fill'd,
13:1261 Round, as a ball, and ample, as a shield.
13:1262 The glorious lamp of Heav'n, the radiant sun,
13:1263 Is Nature's eye; and she's content with one.
13:1264 Add, that my father sways your seas, and I,
13:1265 Like you, am of the watry family.
13:1266 I make you his, in making you my own;
13:1267 You I adore; and kneel to you alone:
13:1268 Jove, with his fabled thunder, I despise,
13:1269 And only fear the lightning of your eyes.
13:1270 Frown not, fair nymph; yet I cou'd bear to be
13:1271 Disdain'd, if others were disdain'd with me.
13:1272 But to repulse the Cyclops, and prefer
13:1273 The love of Acis (Heav'ns!) I cannot bear.
13:1274 But let the stripling please himself; nay more,
13:1275 Please you, tho' that's the thing I most abhor;
13:1276 The boy shall find, if e'er we cope in fight,
13:1277 These giant limbs, endu'd with giant might.
13:1278 His living bowels from his belly torn,
13:1279 And scatter'd limbs shall on the flood be born:
13:1280 Thy flood, ungrateful nymph; and fate shall find,
13:1281 That way for thee, and Acis to be join'd.
13:1282 For oh! I burn with love, and thy disdain
13:1283 Augments at once my passion, and my pain.
13:1284 Translated Aetna flames within my heart,
13:1285 And thou, inhuman, wilt not ease my smart.
13:1286 Lamenting thus in vain, he rose, and strode
13:1287 With furious paces to the neighb'ring wood:
13:1288 Restless his feet, distracted was his walk;
13:1289 Mad were his motions, and confus'd his talk.
13:1290 Mad, as the vanquish'd bull, when forc'd to yield
13:1291 His lovely mistress, and forsake the field.
13:1292 Thus far unseen I saw: when fatal chance,
13:1293 His looks directing, with a sudden glance,
13:1294 Acis and I were to his sight betray'd;
13:1295 Where, nought suspecting, we securely play'd.
13:1296 From his wide mouth a bellowing cry he cast,
13:1297 I see, I see; but this shall be your last:
13:1298 A roar so loud made Aetna to rebound:
13:1299 And all the Cyclops labour'd in the sound.
13:1300 Affrighted with his monstrous voice, I fled,
13:1301 And in the neighbouring ocean plung'd my head.
13:1302 Poor Acis turn'd his back, and Help, he cry'd,
13:1303 Help, Galatea, help, my parent Gods,
13:1304 And take me dying to your deep abodes.
13:1305 The Cyclops follow'd; but he sent before
13:1306 A rib, which from the living rock he tore:
13:1307 Though but an angle reach'd him of the stone,
13:1308 The mighty fragment was enough alone,
13:1309 To crush all Acis; 'twas too late to save,
13:1310 But what the Fates allow'd to give, I gave:
13:1311 That Acis to his lineage should return;
13:1312 And rowl, among the river Gods, his urn.
13:1313 Straight issu'd from the stone a stream of blood;
13:1314 Which lost the purple, mingling with the flood,
13:1315 Then, like a troubled torrent, it appear'd:
13:1316 The torrent too, in little space, was clear'd.
13:1317 The stone was cleft, and through the yawning chink
13:1318 New reeds arose, on the new river's brink.
13:1319 The rock, from out its hollow womb, disclos'd
13:1320 A sound like water in its course oppos'd,
13:1321 When (wond'rous to behold), full in the flood,
13:1322 Up starts a youth, and navel high he stood.
13:1323 Horns from his temples rise; and either horn
13:1324 Thick wreaths of reeds (his native growth) adorn.
13:1325 Were not his stature taller than before,
13:1326 His bulk augmented, and his beauty more,
13:1327 His colour blue; for Acis he might pass:
13:1328 And Acis chang'd into a stream he was,
13:1329 But mine no more; he rowls along the plains
13:1330 With rapid motion, and his name retains.
Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)
The Story of Acis, Polyphemus and Galatea
13:1098 Acis, the lovely youth, whose loss I mourn,
13:1099 From Faunus, and the nymph Symethis born,
13:1100 Was both his parents' pleasure; but, to me
13:1101 Was all that love could make a lover be.
13:1102 The Gods our minds in mutual bands did join:
13:1103 I was his only joy, and he was mine.
13:1104 Now sixteen summers the sweet youth had seen;
13:1105 And doubtful down began to shade his chin:
13:1106 When Polyphemus first disturb'd our joy;
13:1107 And lov'd me fiercely, as I lov'd the boy.
13:1108 Ask not which passion in my soul was high'r,
13:1109 My last aversion, or my first desire:
13:1110 Nor this the greater was, nor that the less;
13:1111 Both were alike, for both were in excess.
13:1112 Thee, Venus, thee both Heav'n, and Earth obey;
13:1113 Immense thy pow'r, and boundless is thy sway.
13:1114 The Cyclops, who defy'd th' aetherial throne,
13:1115 And thought no thunder louder than his own,
13:1116 The terror of the woods, and wilder far
13:1117 Than wolves in plains, or bears in forests are,
13:1118 Th' inhuman host, who made his bloody feasts
13:1119 On mangl'd members of his butcher'd guests,
13:1120 Yet felt the force of love, and fierce desire,
13:1121 And burnt for me, with unrelenting fire.
13:1122 Forgot his caverns, and his woolly care,
13:1123 Assum'd the softness of a lover's air;
13:1124 And comb'd, with teeth of rakes, his rugged hair.
13:1125 Now with a crooked scythe his beard he sleeks;
13:1126 And mows the stubborn stubble of his cheeks:
13:1127 Now in the crystal stream he looks, to try
13:1128 His simagres, and rowls his glaring eye.
13:1129 His cruelty, and thirst of blood are lost;
13:1130 And ships securely sail along the coast.
13:1131 The prophet Telemus (arriv'd by chance
13:1132 Where Aetna's summets to the seas advance,
13:1133 Who mark'd the tracts of every bird that flew,
13:1134 And sure presages from their flying drew)
13:1135 Foretold the Cyclops, that Ulysses' hand
13:1136 In his broad eye shou'd thrust a flaming brand.
13:1137 The giant, with a scornful grin, reply'd,
13:1138 Vain augur, thou hast falsely prophesy'd;
13:1139 Already love his flaming brand has tost;
13:1140 Looking on two fair eyes, my sight I lost,
13:1141 Thus, warn'd in vain, with stalking pace he strode,
13:1142 And stamp'd the margin of the briny flood
13:1143 With heavy steps; and weary, sought agen
13:1144 The cool retirement of his gloomy den.
13:1145 A promontory, sharp'ning by degrees,
13:1146 Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas:
13:1147 On either side, below, the water flows;
13:1148 This airy walk the giant lover chose.
13:1149 Here on the midst he sate; his flocks, unled,
13:1150 Their shepherd follow'd, and securely fed.
13:1151 A pine so burly, and of length so vast,
13:1152 That sailing ships requir'd it for a mast,
13:1153 He wielded for a staff, his steps to guide:
13:1154 But laid it by, his whistle while he try'd.
13:1155 A hundred reeds of a prodigious growth,
13:1156 Scarce made a pipe, proportion'd to his mouth:
13:1157 Which when he gave it wind, the rocks around,
13:1158 And watry plains, the dreadful hiss resound.
13:1159 I heard the ruffian-shepherd rudely blow,
13:1160 Where, in a hollow cave, I sat below;
13:1161 On Acis' bosom I my head reclin'd:
13:1162 And still preserve the poem in my mind.
13:1163 Oh lovely Galatea, whiter far
13:1164 Than falling snows, and rising lillies are;
13:1165 More flowry than the meads, as chrystal bright:
13:1166 Erect as alders, and of equal height:
13:1167 More wanton than a kid, more sleek thy skin,
13:1168 Than orient shells, that on the shores are seen,
13:1169 Than apples fairer, when the boughs they lade;
13:1170 Pleasing, as winter suns, or summer shade:
13:1171 More grateful to the sight, than goodly plains;
13:1172 And softer to the touch, than down of swans;
13:1173 Or curds new turn'd; and sweeter to the taste
13:1174 Than swelling grapes, that to the vintage haste:
13:1175 More clear than ice, or running streams, that stray
13:1176 Through garden plots, but ah! more swift than they.
13:1177 Yet, Galatea, harder to be broke
13:1178 Than bullocks, unreclaim'd, to bear the yoke,
13:1179 And far more stubborn, than the knotted oak:
13:1180 Like sliding streams, impossible to hold;
13:1181 Like them, fallacious, like their fountains, cold.
13:1182 More warping, than the willow, to decline
13:1183 My warm embrace, more brittle, than the vine;
13:1184 Immovable, and fixt in thy disdain:
13:1185 Tough, as these rocks, and of a harder grain.
13:1186 More violent, than is the rising flood;
13:1187 And the prais'd peacock is not half so proud.
13:1188 Fierce, as the fire, and sharp, as thistles are,
13:1189 And more outragious, than a mother-bear:
13:1190 Deaf, as the billows to the vows I make;
13:1191 And more revengeful, than a trodden snake.
13:1192 In swiftness fleeter, than the flying hind,
13:1193 Or driven tempests, or the driving wind.
13:1194 All other faults, with patience I can bear;
13:1195 But swiftness is the vice I only fear.
13:1196 Yet if you knew me well, you wou'd not shun
13:1197 My love, but to my wish'd embraces run:
13:1198 Wou'd languish in your turn, and court my stay;
13:1199 And much repent of your unwise delay.
13:1200 My palace, in the living rock, is made
13:1201 By Nature's hand; a spacious pleasing shade:
13:1202 Which neither heat can pierce, nor cold invade.
13:1203 My garden fill'd with fruits you may behold,
13:1204 And grapes in clusters, imitating gold;
13:1205 Some blushing bunches of a purple hue:
13:1206 And these, and those, are all reserv'd for you.
13:1207 Red strawberries, in shades, expecting stand,
13:1208 Proud to be gather'd by so white a hand.
13:1209 Autumnal cornels latter fruit provide;
13:1210 And plumbs, to tempt you, turn their glossy side:
13:1211 Not those of common kinds; but such alone,
13:1212 As in Phaeacian orchards might have grown:
13:1213 Nor chestnuts shall be wanting to your food,
13:1214 Nor garden-fruits, nor wildings of the wood;
13:1215 The laden boughs for you alone shall bear;
13:1216 And yours shall be the product of the year.
13:1217 The flocks you see, are all my own; beside
13:1218 The rest that woods, and winding vallies hide;
13:1219 And those that folded in the caves abide.
13:1220 Ask not the numbers of my growing store;
13:1221 Who knows how many, knows he has no more.
13:1222 Nor will I praise my cattle; trust not me,
13:1223 But judge your self, and pass your own decree:
13:1224 Behold their swelling dugs; the sweepy weight
13:1225 Of ewes, that sink beneath the milky freight;
13:1226 In the warm folds their tender lambkins lye;
13:1227 Apart from kids, that call with human cry.
13:1228 New milk in nut-brown bowls is duely serv'd
13:1229 For daily drink; the rest for cheese reserv'd.
13:1230 Nor are these household dainties all my store:
13:1231 The fields, and forests will afford us more;
13:1232 The deer, the hare, the goat, the savage boar.
13:1233 All sorts of ven'son; and of birds the best;
13:1234 A pair of turtles taken from the nest.
13:1235 I walk'd the mountains, and two cubs I found
13:1236 (Whose dam had left 'em on the naked ground),
13:1237 So like, that no distinction could be seen:
13:1238 So pretty, they were presents for a queen;
13:1239 And so they shall; I took them both away;
13:1240 And keep, to be companions of your play.
13:1241 Oh raise, fair nymph, your beauteous face above
13:1242 The waves; nor scorn my presents, and my love.
13:1243 Come, Galatea, come, and view my face;
13:1244 I late beheld it, in the watry glass;
13:1245 And found it lovelier, than I fear'd it was.
13:1246 Survey my towring stature, and my size:
13:1247 Not Jove, the Jove you dream, that rules the skies,
13:1248 Bears such a bulk, or is so largely spread:
13:1249 My locks (the plenteous harvest of my head)
13:1250 Hang o'er my manly face; and dangling down,
13:1251 As with a shady grove, my shoulders crown.
13:1252 Nor think, because my limbs and body bear
13:1253 A thick-set underwood of bristling hair,
13:1254 My shape deform'd; what fouler sight can be,
13:1255 Than the bald branches of a leafless tree?
13:1256 Foul is the steed without a flowing mane:
13:1257 And birds, without their feathers, and their train.
13:1258 Wool decks the sheep; and Man receives a grace
13:1259 From bushy limbs, and from a bearded face.
13:1260 My forehead with a single eye is fill'd,
13:1261 Round, as a ball, and ample, as a shield.
13:1262 The glorious lamp of Heav'n, the radiant sun,
13:1263 Is Nature's eye; and she's content with one.
13:1264 Add, that my father sways your seas, and I,
13:1265 Like you, am of the watry family.
13:1266 I make you his, in making you my own;
13:1267 You I adore; and kneel to you alone:
13:1268 Jove, with his fabled thunder, I despise,
13:1269 And only fear the lightning of your eyes.
13:1270 Frown not, fair nymph; yet I cou'd bear to be
13:1271 Disdain'd, if others were disdain'd with me.
13:1272 But to repulse the Cyclops, and prefer
13:1273 The love of Acis (Heav'ns!) I cannot bear.
13:1274 But let the stripling please himself; nay more,
13:1275 Please you, tho' that's the thing I most abhor;
13:1276 The boy shall find, if e'er we cope in fight,
13:1277 These giant limbs, endu'd with giant might.
13:1278 His living bowels from his belly torn,
13:1279 And scatter'd limbs shall on the flood be born:
13:1280 Thy flood, ungrateful nymph; and fate shall find,
13:1281 That way for thee, and Acis to be join'd.
13:1282 For oh! I burn with love, and thy disdain
13:1283 Augments at once my passion, and my pain.
13:1284 Translated Aetna flames within my heart,
13:1285 And thou, inhuman, wilt not ease my smart.
13:1286 Lamenting thus in vain, he rose, and strode
13:1287 With furious paces to the neighb'ring wood:
13:1288 Restless his feet, distracted was his walk;
13:1289 Mad were his motions, and confus'd his talk.
13:1290 Mad, as the vanquish'd bull, when forc'd to yield
13:1291 His lovely mistress, and forsake the field.
13:1292 Thus far unseen I saw: when fatal chance,
13:1293 His looks directing, with a sudden glance,
13:1294 Acis and I were to his sight betray'd;
13:1295 Where, nought suspecting, we securely play'd.
13:1296 From his wide mouth a bellowing cry he cast,
13:1297 I see, I see; but this shall be your last:
13:1298 A roar so loud made Aetna to rebound:
13:1299 And all the Cyclops labour'd in the sound.
13:1300 Affrighted with his monstrous voice, I fled,
13:1301 And in the neighbouring ocean plung'd my head.
13:1302 Poor Acis turn'd his back, and Help, he cry'd,
13:1303 Help, Galatea, help, my parent Gods,
13:1304 And take me dying to your deep abodes.
13:1305 The Cyclops follow'd; but he sent before
13:1306 A rib, which from the living rock he tore:
13:1307 Though but an angle reach'd him of the stone,
13:1308 The mighty fragment was enough alone,
13:1309 To crush all Acis; 'twas too late to save,
13:1310 But what the Fates allow'd to give, I gave:
13:1311 That Acis to his lineage should return;
13:1312 And rowl, among the river Gods, his urn.
13:1313 Straight issu'd from the stone a stream of blood;
13:1314 Which lost the purple, mingling with the flood,
13:1315 Then, like a troubled torrent, it appear'd:
13:1316 The torrent too, in little space, was clear'd.
13:1317 The stone was cleft, and through the yawning chink
13:1318 New reeds arose, on the new river's brink.
13:1319 The rock, from out its hollow womb, disclos'd
13:1320 A sound like water in its course oppos'd,
13:1321 When (wond'rous to behold), full in the flood,
13:1322 Up starts a youth, and navel high he stood.
13:1323 Horns from his temples rise; and either horn
13:1324 Thick wreaths of reeds (his native growth) adorn.
13:1325 Were not his stature taller than before,
13:1326 His bulk augmented, and his beauty more,
13:1327 His colour blue; for Acis he might pass:
13:1328 And Acis chang'd into a stream he was,
13:1329 But mine no more; he rowls along the plains
13:1330 With rapid motion, and his name retains.