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!—o ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soulthe daughters too of Proetus filled the fieldswith their feigned lowings, yet no one of themof such unhallowed union e'er was fainas with a beast to mate, though many a time