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Beside the fount they found the maid On head bow'd down, as if she pray'd; Her long black hair fell like a veil, Making her pale brow yet more pale. 'Twas strange to look upon her face, Then turn and see its shadowy trace Within the fountain; one like stone, So cold, so colourless, so lone,— A statue nymph, placed there to show How far the sculptor's art could go. The other, and that too the shade, In light and crimson warmth array'd; For the red glow of day declining, Was now upon the fountain shining, And the shape in its mirror bright Of sparkling waves caught warmth and light.