The torrent too, in little space was clear’d The stone was cleft and through the yawning chink New reeds arose on the new river’s brink. The rock, from out its hollow womb, disclosed A sound like water in its course opposed, When, wondrous to behold! full in the flood, Up starts a youth, and navel-high he stood; Horns from his temples rise, and either horn Thick wreaths of reeds (his native growth) adorn. Were not his stature taller than before, His bulk augmented, and his beauty more, His colour blue, for Acis he might pass, And Acis changed into a stream he was: But mine no more; he rolls along the plains With rapid motion, and his name retains.”
Glaucus, a fisherman of Boeotia, is transformed into a sea god, and becomes enamoured of a nereid, named Scylla, who rejects his suit.