They did not even sing Pæans in honour of Apollo, or observe any of the solemnities usual at other sacrifices. […] They immediately spread their wings and flew away. […] They were sometimes reckoned among the Gods, and had a temple at Corinth, where worship and sacrifices were solemnly offered. […]     They told me it was Love! […] From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain, They are sweeping on to the silvery main, They are flashing down from the mountain brows, They are flinging spray o’er the forest boughs, They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves, And the earth resounds with the joy of waves!