Nothing she saw but precipices vast
O’er ruined scarps, with rugged ridges crown’d:
And creeping to a cleft to rest in shade,
Or e’er the desperate venture she assay’d,
She fell asleep upon the stony ground.
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A dream came to her, thus: she stood alone
Within her palace in the high ravine;
Where nought but she was changed, but she to stone.
Worshippers throng’d the court, and still were seen