of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sanghow through the mighty void the seeds were drivenof earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,how all that is from these beginnings grew,and the young world itself took solid shape,then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deepshut Nereus off, and mould the forms of thingslittle by little; and how the earth amazedbeheld the new sun shining, and the showersfall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods'gan first to rise, and living things to roamscattered among the hills that knew them not.Then sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,of Saturn's reign, and of Prometheus' theft,and the Caucasian birds, and told withalnigh to what fountain by his comrades leftthe mariners cried on Hylas till the shorethen re-echoed “Hylas, Hylas!” soothedpasiphae with the love of her white bull—happy if cattle-kind had never been!—