Her hair out-streaming from her head,
Her face as pale as any sheet.
And as she fled the god pursued,
(A most ungentle act, and rude!)
And gained, and gained, and gained so fast,
She thought her breath must fail at last!
“Help! Help!” she cried. “Peneus, aid
Your daughter—save, oh, save me now!
So weary and so sore afraid!”
And in a moment on her brow