Hesawtheseafromthehill-topglitteringasofyore，buttherewerenobrownsailsoffisher-boatsonthesea。Allthelandthatshouldnowhavewavedwiththewhitecornwasgreenwithtangledweeds。Half-
waydowntheruggedpathwasagroveofalders，andthebasinintowhichwaterflowedfromtheoldfountainoftheNymphs。Butnomaidensweretherewiththeirpitchers；thebasinwasbroken，andgreenwithmould；thewaterslippedthroughthecrevicesandhurriedtothesea。
Therewerenoofferingsofwayfarers，ragsandpebbles，bythewell；
andonthealtaroftheNymphstheflamehadlongbeencold。Theveryasheswerecoveredwithgrass，andabranchofivyhadhiddenthestoneofsacrifice。
OntheWandererpressedwithaheavyheart；nowthehighroofofhisownhallandthewidefencedcourtswerewithinhissight，andhehurriedforwardtoknowtheworst。