An ancient forest in Thessalia grows, Which Tempe’s pleasing valley does enclose: Through this the rapid Peneus takes his course, From Pindus rolling with impetuous force: Mists from the river’s mighty fall arise, And deadly damps enclose the cloudy skies; Perpetual fogs are hanging o’er the wood; And sounds of waters deaf the neighbourhood. Deep in a rocky cave he makes abode (A mansion proper for a mourning god). Here he gives audience; issuing out decrees To rivers, his dependant deities. On this occasion hither they resort, To pay their homage, and to make their court; All doubtful whether to congratulate His daughter’s honour, or lament her fate. Sperchaeus, crown’d with poplar, first appears; Then old Apidanus came crown’d with years: Enipeus turbulent; Amphrysos tame; And Aeas last, with lagging waters came; Then of his kindred brooks a numerous throng Condole his loss, and bring their urns along: Not one was wanting of the watery train That fill’d his flood, or mingled with the main,