Blew the swift breeze, and leaped the restless billows.
The voice of Jason roused the dozing sailors,
And up the ropes was heaved the snowy canvas.
But mighty Hêraclês, the Jove-begotten,
Unmindful stood, beside the cool Scamander,
Leaning upon his club. A purple chlamys
Tossed o’er an urn, was all that lay before him:
And when he called, expectant: “Hylas! Hylas!”
The empty echoes made him answer: “Hylas!”