Lovely Alpheus Joves crown-bearing tide,
Who muddy, through Pisaean fields, dost glide;
Gentle at first, till thou the sea attain,
Then swiftly fal'st into the boundlesse Main,
And like a Bridegroom, eager of the chace,
Break'st through to Arethusas cool imbrace:
Whom tir'd, and panting, kindly she receives,
Wipes off thy foam, and the seas briny leaves;
Applies her dewy lips to thine, and rocks thee
Asleep, whilst in her arms she sweetly locks thee.