O leave me, Naiads! loose your chill embraces,
Or I shall die, for mortal maidens pining.”
But still with unrelenting arms they bound him,
And still, accordant, flowed their watery voices:
“We have thee now, we hold thy beauty prisoned—
O come with us beneath the emerald waters!
We have no loves; we love thee, rosy Hylas.
O love us, who shall nevermore release thee:
Love us, whose milky arms will be thy cradle
Far down on the untroubled sands of ocean,