While scarlet poppies blush beneath the shade,
And silver lilies deck the watery glade.
Young Hylas, as he plucks the flowery spoil,
Forgets his task for this more pleasing toil :
Next at the spring, all unsuspecting, stays,
And in the mirrored reflex loves to gaze;
Then dips his hand a copious draught to drink,
One shoulder resting on the mossy brink.
'Twas then his beauty fired the nymphs at play
To leave the dance they love, and haste away;
Gently they draw him down the yielding rill;
A little splash-and all around is still.
Afar Alcides calls, his love to save,
But nought save Echo answers from the wave.
AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE
AND PARLIAMENT STREET