ALPHEUS, when he leaves Pisa and makes his way through beneath the deep,
travels on to Arethusa with his waters that the wild olives drank,
bearing her bridal gifts, fair leaves and flowers and sacred soil. Deep
in the waves he plunges, and runs beneath the sea, and the salt water
mingles not with the sweet. Nought knows the sea as the river journeys
through. Thus hath the knavish boy, the maker of mischief, the teacher
of strange ways—thus hath Love by his spell taught even a river to dive.