Lulled by the bubbling waves around us stealing.
Thou fair Greek boy, O come with us! O follow
Where thou no more shalt hear Propontis riot,
But by our arms be lapped in endless quiet,
Within the glimmering caves of Ocean hollow!
We have no love; alone, of all th’ Immortals,
We have no love. O love us, we who press thee
With faithful arms, though cold—whose lips caress thee—
Who hold thy beauty prisoned. Love us, Hylas!”
The sound dissolved in liquid murmurs, calling