text:  Then sung how shown him by the Nut-brown maids A branch of Styx here rises from the shades That tinctured as it runs with Lethe's streams And wafting vapors from the land of dreams (As under seas Alpheus' secret sluice Bears Pisa's offering to his Arethuse) Pours into Thames; and hence the mingled wave Intoxicates the pert and lulls the grave: Here brisker vapours o'er the Temple creep; There all from Paul's to Aldgate drink and sleep