Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.
- Thus was the story ended. All were charmed
- to hear recounted such mysterious deeds.
- While some were doubting whether such were true
- others affirmed that to the living Gods
- is nothing to restrain their wondrous works,
- though surely of the Gods, immortal, none
- accorded Bacchus even thought or place.
- When all had made an end of argument,
- they bade Alcithoe take up the word:
- she, busily working on the pendent web,
- still shot the shuttle through the warp and said;
- “The amours of the shepherd Daphnis, known
- to many of you, I shall not relate;
- the shepherd Daphnis of Mount Ida, who
- was turned to stone obdurate, for the Nymph
- whose love he slighted—so the rivalry
- of love neglected rouses to revenge:
- neither shall I relate the story told
- of Scython, double-sexed, who first was man,
- then altered to a woman: so I pass
- the tale of Celmus turned to adamant,
- who reared almighty Jove from tender youth:
- so, likewise the Curetes whom the rain
- brought forth to life: Smilax and Crocus, too,
- transpeciated into little flowers:
- all these I pass to tell a novel tale,
- which haply may resolve in pleasant thoughts.
- Learn how the fountain, Salmacis, became
- so infamous; learn how it enervates
- and softens the limbs of those who chance to bathe.
- Although the fountain's properties are known,
- the cause is yet unknown. The Naiads nursed
- an infant son of Hermes, surely his
- of Aphrodite gotten in the caves
- of Ida, for the child resembled both
- the god and goddess, and his name was theirs.
- The years passed by, and when the boy had reached
- the limit of three lustrums, he forsook
- his native mountains; for he loved to roam
- through unimagined places, by the banks
- of undiscovered rivers; and the joy
- of finding wonders made his labour light.
- Leaving Mount Ida, where his youth was spent,
- he reached the land of Lycia, and from thence
- the verge of Caria, where a pretty pool
- of soft translucent water may be seen,
- so clear the glistening bottom glads the eye:
- no barren sedge, no fenny reeds annoy,
- no rushes with their sharpened arrow-points,
- but all around the edges of that pool
- the softest grass engirdles with its green.
- A Nymph dwells there, unsuited to the chase,
- unskilled to bend the bow, slothful of foot,
- the only Naiad in the world unknown
- to rapid-running Dian. Whensoever
- her Naiad sisters pled in winged words,
- “Take up the javelin, sister Salmacis,
- take up the painted quiver and unite
- your leisure with the action of the chase;”
- she only scorned the javelin and the quiver,
- nor joined her leisure to the active chase.
- Rather she bathes her smooth and shapely limbs;
- or combs her tresses with a boxwood comb,
- Citorian; or looking in the pool
- consults the glassed waters of effects
- increasing beauty; or she decks herself
- in gauzy raiment, and reposing lolls
- on cushioned leaves, or grass-enverdured beds;
- or gathers posies from the spangled lawns.
- Now, haply as she culled the sweetest flowers
- she saw the youth, and longing in her heart
- made havoc as her greedy eyes beheld.
- Although her love could scarcely brook delay,
- she waited to enhance her loveliness,
- in beauty hoping to allure his love.
- All richly dight she scanned herself and robes,
- to know that every charm should fair appear,
- and she be worthy: wherefore she began:
- “O godlike youth! if thou art of the skies,
- thou art no other than the god of Love;
- if mortal, blest are they who gave thee birth;
- happy thy brother; happy, fortunate
- thy sister; happy, fortunate and blest
- the nurse that gave her bosom; but the joys
- surpassing all, dearest and tenderest,
- are hers whom thou shalt wed. So, let it be
- if thou so young have deigned to marry, let
- my joys be stolen; if unmarried, join
- with me in wedlock.” So she spoke, and stood
- in silence waiting for the youth's reply.
- He knows nor cares for love—with loveliness
- the mounting blushes tinge his youthful cheeks,
- as blush-red tint of apples on the tree,
- ripe in the summer sun, or as the hue
- of painted ivory, or the round moon
- red-blushing in her splendour, when the clash
- of brass resounds in vain. And long the Nymph
- implored; almost clung on his neck, as smooth
- and white as ivory; unceasingly
- imploring him to kiss her, though as chaste
- as kisses to a sister; but the youth
- outwearied, thus:
- “I do beseech you make
- an end of this; or must I fly the place
- and leave you to your tears?” Affrighted then
- said Salmacis, “To you I freely give—
- good stranger here remain.” Although she made
- fair presence to retire, she hid herself,
- that from a shrub-grown covert, on her knees
- she might observe unseen.
- As any boy
- that heedless deems his mischief unobserved,
- now here now there, he rambled on the green;
- now in the bubbly ripples dipped his feet,
- now dallied in the clear pool ankle-deep;—
- the warm-cool feeling of the liquid then,
- so pleased him, that without delay he doffed
- his fleecy garments from his tender limbs.
- Ah, Salmacis, amazement is thy meed!
- Thou art consumed to know his naked grace!
- As the hot glitters of the round bright sun
- collected, sparkle from the polished plate,
- thine eyes are glistened with delirious fires.
- Delay she cannot; panting for his joy,
- languid for his caressing, crazed, distract,
- her passion difficult is held in check.—
- He claps his body with his hollow palms
- and lightly vaults into the limped wave,
- and darting through the water hand over hand
- shines in the liquid element, as though
- should one enhance a statue's ivorine,
- or glaze the lily in a lake of glass.
- And thus the Naiad, “I have gained my suit;
- his love is mine,—is mine!” Quickly disrobed,
- she plunged into the yielding wave—seized him,
- caressed him, clung to him a thousand ways,
- kissed him, thrust down her hands and touched his breast:
- reluctant and resisting he endeavours
- to make escape, but even as he struggles
- she winds herself about him, as entwines
- the serpent which the royal bird on high
- holds in his talons; —as it hangs, it coils
- in sinuous folds around the eagle's feet;—
- twisting its coils around his head and wings:
- or as the ivy clings to sturdy oaks;
- or as the polypus beneath the waves,
- by pulling down, with suckers on all sides,
- tenacious holds its prey. And yet the youth,
- descendant of great Atlas, not relents
- nor gives the Naiad joy. Pressing her suit
- she winds her limbs around him and exclaims,
- “You shall not scape me, struggle as you will,
- perverse and obstinate! Hear me, ye Gods!
- Let never time release the youth from me;
- time never let me from the youth release!”