X.

Then stoop’d she down, and watch’d the crystal stream,
And fishes poising where the waters ran,
And lo! upon the glass a golden gleam,
And purple as of robes Sidonian,
Then, sudden turning, she beheld a man,
That knelt beside her; as her own face fair
Was his, and o’er his shoulders for a span
Fell the bright tresses of his yellow hair.