how ill it had gone if thou hadst loved one of us with

And scatter'd in his face some fragments light.

How lightning-swift the change! a youthful wight

Smiling beneath a coral diadem,

Out-sparkling sudden like an upturn'd gem,

Appear'd, and, stepping to a beauteous corse,

Kneel'd down beside it, and with tenderest force

Press'd its cold hand, and wept,- and Scylla sigh'd!

Endymion, with quick hand, the charm applied-