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Chromis. 



Ye Nereids, holy maids of Ocean ! bear 

 Gifts from your floods to please my cruel fair ; 

 Or, if she slight them, search the deeps around 

 Till for my desperate love a cure be found. 



Iolas. 



Ye sirens, powers revered ! attend my prayer ; 

 Let Nisa own me, and her slights forbear ; 

 Or see me die ; — beneath the rolling wave 

 Midst rocks and sea-wrack I shall find a grave. 



Chromis. 



As wherries on the level surface glide, 

 When breathing zephyrs gently curl the tide, 

 And on their seats the rowers careless lie ; — 

 When Chloris loved me, just so calm was I. 



Iolas. 



Behold the rocks when angry billows sweep 



And from the bottom raise the troubled deep ; 



The rocks are moved, the earth with trembling groans ;- 



Is this the picture of my Nisa's frowns ? 



Chromis. 



Oh Proteus, shepherd of the sea, Oh sire, 

 Oh king, attend a love-sick swain's desire ; 

 Go thou to distant Pithecuse, and there 

 To Hyale the proud, at once declare, 

 To tend my sea-born monsters is thy care. 



