A pleasant deceit

OVer a christall Source
Iolas laid his face,
Of purling Streames to see the restlesse Course.
But scarce he had o'reshadowed the Place,
When in the water he a Child espies,
So like himselfe in stature, Face, and Eyes,
That glad he rose, and cried,
Deare Mates approach, see whom I have descried,
The Boy of whom strange stories Shepheards tell,
Oft-called Hylas, dwelleth in this Well.