There she stood still. […] Nile fled away and hid his head in the desert, and there it still remains concealed. […] Bereaved as I am, I am still richer than thou, my conqueror.” […] Perplexed, the river-god still sought the trembling maiden. […] He still sleeps in his Carian cave, and still the mistress of the moon slips from her nocturnal course to visit him.