From Ovid, The Metamorphosis



Summoned from far down under, with his shoulders

Barnacle-strewn, loomed up above the waters,

The blue-green sea-god, whose resounding horn

Is heard from shore to shore. Wet-bearded,Triton

Set lip to that great shell, as Neptune ordered,

Sounding retreat, and all the lands and waters

Heard and obeyed. The sea has shores; the rivers,

Still running high, have channels; the floods dwindle,

Hill-tops are seen again; the trees, long buried,

Rise with their leaves still muddy. The world returns.


OVID 2018. Deucalion and Pyrrha. The Metamorphosis. Bloomington, Indiana, USA: Indiana University Press, p. 390.