And through the midst a stream its way
Held on ’mid showers of falling spray,
Marking by one long line of foam
Its passage from its mountain home.
But now, amid the light mist glancing
Like elf or water-nymph, the maid
With ravishment of form entrancing
The spell-bound gazer, stood displayed.
So looked that Grecian maiden’s face,
So every grace and movement shone,