{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/luc/wl1/wl134.htm","path":"cla/luc/wl1/wl134.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/luc/wl1/wl134.htm","text":"Posidon. Alpheus\nPos. What is the meaning of this, Alpheus? unlike others, when you take your plunge you do not mingle with the brine as a river should; you do not put an end to your labours by dispersing; you hold together through the sea, keep your current fresh, and hurry along in all your original purity; you dive down to strange depths like a gull or a heron; I suppose you will come to the top again and show yourself somewhere or other.\nAl. Do not press me, Posidon; a love affair; and many is the time you have been in love yourself.\nPos. Woman, nymph, or Nereid?\nAl. All wrong; she is a fountain.\nPos. A fountain? and where does she flow?\nAl. She is an islander--in Sicily. Her name is Arethusa.\nPos. Ah, I commend your taste. She is pellucid, and bubbles up in perfect purity; the water as bright over her pebbles as if it were a mass of silver.\nAl. You know my fountain, Posidon, and no mistake. It is to her that I go.\nPos. Go, then; and may the course of love run smooth! But pray where did you meet her? Arcadia and Syracuse, you know!\nAl. I am in a hurry; you are detaining me, with these superfluous questions.\nPos. Ah, so I am. Be off to your beloved, rise from the sea, mingle your channels and be one water.\nH.","title":"Works of Lucian, Vol. I: Dialogues of the Sea-gods: III","type":"page"}