O daughter of Nereus old

O daughter of Nereus old,

Queen of the nymphs that swim

By day in gleams of gold,

By night in the silver dim,

Forgive in pity, we pray.

Forgive the ill we have done.

Why didst thou hide this thing from us?

For if we had known thy son

We had guarded him well to-day.

Nor ever betrayed him thus.

For though we may not ride

Thy tall sea-horses nor play

In the rainbow-tinted spray.

Nor dive down under the tide

To the secret caves of the main.

Among thy laughing train;

Yet had we served thee well as they.

Had we thy secret shared:

Nor ever had lost from garden and hall

Pyrrha the golden-haired,

Pyrrha beloved of all.