Under the bushes in the distant nook the moorhen, reassured by the silence, came out from the grey-green grass and the rushes.

Surely Calypso's cave could not be far distant, where she with work and song the time divides, And through, the loom the golden shuttle guides.
For the Immortals are hiding somewhere still in the woods; even now I do not weary searching for them.
But as we rested a shadow fell from a cloud that covered the sun, and immediately a faint sigh arose from among the sedges and the reeds, and two pale yellow leaves fell from the willows on the water.

A gentle breeze followed the cloud, chasing its shadow.

Orion touched his rod meaningly.

So I stepped ashore with the gun to see if a channel could be found into the open water, and pushed through the bush.