“Away, false fears! he must, he shall be mine, In death alone I will my claim resign: ’Tis vain to wish my written crime unknown, And for my guilt much vainer to atone.” Repulsed and baffled, fiercer still she burns, And Caunus, with disdain, her impious love returns. He saw no end of her injurious flame, And fled his country to avoid the shame. Forsaken Byblis, who had hopes no more, Burst out in rage, and her loose robes she tore; With her fair hands she smote her tender breast, And to the wond’ring world her love confess’d. O’er hills and dales, o’er rocks and streams she flew, But still in vain did her wild love pursue. Wearied, at length, on the cold earth she fell, And now in tears alone could her sad story tell. Relenting gods in pity fix’d her there, And to a fountain turn’d the weeping fair.