“Maybe you would have married him,” said Panope. “He was very devoted to you.”
“Not he,” said Arethusa. “He was determined to have his own way, but he didn’t get it.”
“Sing something,” said Cymodoce. “What concerts we used to have on this very shore! Oh dear!”
Arethusa began to sing. I only wish you had been there to hear her.
“Years ago when the world was young,
And this weary time was yet to be,
A little bay lay the hills among
Where the hills slope down to the sand and sea.
“The shepherd came down to the cool seashore,
Fearless and tall and fair was he;