In fair Peneus or in Pindus’ glens?
For great Anapus’ stream was not your haunt,
Nor Etna’s cliff, nor Acis’ sacred rill.
Says Milton:
Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Closed o’er the head of your loved Lycidas?
For neither were ye playing on the steep,
Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie,
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream.