But when within their mouths they had received
Of that immortal fruit the gust divine,
Straight of all sickness were their souls relieved,
The weak grew strong;—and tasks they did decline
As overgreat for them, they shunned no more,
And things they deemed they could not bear, they bore.
X.
But woe, alas! some daring to draw near
That sacred stream, did presently retire,
Drew wholly back again, and did not fear