A fourth as marble, statue-like and still,
Lay in a breathless, hushed, and stony sleep;
White, cold, and pure, as looks a frozen rill,
Or the snow minaret on an Alpine steep,
Or Lot’s wife done in salt—or what you will;—
My similes are gathered in a heap,
So pick and choose—perhaps you’ll be content
With a carved lady on a monument.