In listening mood, she seem’d to stand,
The guardian Naiad[45] of the strand.
XVIII.
And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,[46]
Of finer form, or lovelier face!
What though the sun, with ardent frown,
Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,—
The sportive toil, which, short and light,
Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,