Round about the cave grew a luxuriant wood,
alder and poplar and sweet-smelling cypress,
wherein birds long of wing were wont to nest,
owls and falcons and sea-crows with chattering tongues,
who ply their business on the sea.
And right there about the hollow cave ran trailing a garden vine,
in pride of its prime, richly laden with clusters.
And fountains four in a row were flowing with bright water hard by one another,
turned one this way,
one that.
