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Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)

Cyane dissolves to a Fountain



5:646 But still does Cyane the rape bemoan,
5:647 And with the Goddess' wrongs laments her own;
5:648 For the stoln maid, and for her injur'd spring,
5:649 Time to her trouble no relief can bring.
5:650 In her sad heart a heavy load she bears,
5:651 'Till the dumb sorrow turns her all to tears.
5:652 Her mingling waters with that fountain pass,
5:653 Of which she late immortal Goddess was;
5:654 Her varied members to a fluid melt,
5:655 A pliant softness in her bones is felt;
5:656 Her wavy locks first drop away in dew,
5:657 And liquid next her slender fingers grew.
5:658 The body's change soon seizes its extreme,
5:659 Her legs dissolve, and feet flow off in stream.
5:660 Her arms, her back, her shoulders, and her side,
5:661 Her swelling breasts in little currents glide,
5:662 A silver liquor only now remains
5:663 Within the channel of her purple veins;
5:664 Nothing to fill love's grasp; her husband chaste
5:665 Bathes in that bosom he before embrac'd.
Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)

Cyane dissolves to a Fountain



5:646 But still does Cyane the rape bemoan,
5:647 And with the Goddess' wrongs laments her own;
5:648 For the stoln maid, and for her injur'd spring,
5:649 Time to her trouble no relief can bring.
5:650 In her sad heart a heavy load she bears,
5:651 'Till the dumb sorrow turns her all to tears.
5:652 Her mingling waters with that fountain pass,
5:653 Of which she late immortal Goddess was;
5:654 Her varied members to a fluid melt,
5:655 A pliant softness in her bones is felt;
5:656 Her wavy locks first drop away in dew,
5:657 And liquid next her slender fingers grew.
5:658 The body's change soon seizes its extreme,
5:659 Her legs dissolve, and feet flow off in stream.
5:660 Her arms, her back, her shoulders, and her side,
5:661 Her swelling breasts in little currents glide,
5:662 A silver liquor only now remains
5:663 Within the channel of her purple veins;
5:664 Nothing to fill love's grasp; her husband chaste
5:665 Bathes in that bosom he before embrac'd.