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METAMORPHOSES BOOK V c"" But Cyane, grieving for the rape of the goddess nd for her fountain's rights thus set at naught, nursed n incurable wound in her silent heart, and dissolved ll away in tears; and into those very waters was she whose great divinity she had been but now might see her limbs softening, her bones becom- flexible, her nails losing their hardness. And first all melt the slenderest parts: her dark hair, her ingers, legs and feet; for it is no great change from lender limbs to cool water. Next after these, her houlders, back and sides and breasts vanish into thin vatery streams. And finally, in place of living blood, lear water flows through her weakened veins and nelted f'ou ng f othing is left that you can touch. Meanwhile all in vain the affrighted mother her daughter in every land, on every deep. Not Aurora, rising with dewy tresses, not Hesperus sees er pausing in the search. She kindles two pine orches in the fires of Aetna, and wanders without est through the frosty shades of night; again, when he genial day had dimmed the stars, she was still eeking her daughter from the setting to the rising f the sun. Faint with toil and athirst, she had noistened her lips in no fountain, when she chanced o see a hut thatched with straw, and knocked at ts lowly door. Then out came an old woman and eheld the goddess, and when she asked for water gave her a sweet drink with parched barley floating ipon it. While she drank, a coarse, saucy boy stood vatching her, and mocked her and called her greedy. She was offended, and threw what she had not yet drunk, with the barley grains, full in his face. Straight- way his face was spotted, his arms were changed to egs, and a tail was added to his transformed limbs; e shrank to tiny size, that he might have no great 269 eeks