And yet, to invite me, stands a golden bridge:
Perhaps a trap for my unwary feet,
To sink and whelm me underneath the waves.
With fire or water let him wage his war,
Or all the elements at once, I'll on.
[As he is going to the Bridge, two Syrens arise from the water. They shew themselves to the waist, and sing:
1 Syren. O pass not on, but stay,
And waste the joyous day
With us in gentle play:
Unbend to love, unbend thee: