The foods are drain’d from every distant coast; Ev’n Tanais, though fix’d in ice, was lost: Enraged Caicus and Lycormas roar, And Xanthus, fated to be burnt once more: The famed Maeander, that unwearied strays Through many windings, smokes in every maze: From his loved Babylon Euphrates flies: The big-swoln Ganges and the Danube rise In thick’ning fumes, and darken half the skies: In flames Ismenos and the Phasis roll’d, And Tagus, floating in his melted gold: The swans, that on Cayster often tried Their tuneful songs, now sung their last, and died: The frighted Nile ran off, and under ground Conceal’d his head, nor can it yet be found; His seven divided currents all are dry, And, where they roll’d, seven gaping trenches lie: No more the Rhine or Rhone their course maintain, Nor Tiber, of his promised empire vain.