" `Upon the losel, sword in hand, I ran, And, for I could not aid in other wise, Bereft of life that evil fisherman.
She in an instant to the water flies.
-- `Me hast thou helped not vainly,' (she began)
And well shalt be rewarded -- with what prize Thou canst demand -- for know I am a nymph, And have my dwelling in this crystal lymph;
