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.

“Gorgona dwelling on the brink of night, Beyond Die Hounding main: where, silver-voiced, The Hesperian maidens in their watches sing.