The last ill-fated, since of mortal date:
The two immortal, and unchanged by years.
Yet her alone the blue-hair’d god of waves
Enfolded, on the tender meadow grass,
And bedded flowers of spring: [172]when Perseus smote
Her neck, and snatch’d the sever’d bleeding head,
[173]The great Chrysaor then leap’d into life:
[174]And Pegasus the steed; who born beside
[175]Old Nilus’ fountains thence derived a name.
Chrysaor, grasping in his hands a sword