The Naiads fell in love,
And actively pursued,
A Mortal of affairs,
Of which they could perview.
Spring Nymphs of Bithynia,
Into the grotto lured,
There within the waters,
A thirst that can't be cured.
Where Hylas filled his cup,
And still his echo rings,
Dryope and her sisters,
Oh! Naiads of the springs.
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