XXIV.

And oft, through summertide, some sheltered cove On fair Biscaya’s coast these Nereids sought To cool their lovely limbs, while far above A sister-sentinel their safety wrought, With eyes whose jealousy was still uncaught. And through the crystal waters joyously Spinning, like ivory, charms surpassing thought, They plunged and sported, laughing wild with glee, And swam with matchless skill--their element the sea.