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There lies within a great museum's hall, / Upon a snowy bed of carven stone, / A statue ever strange and mystical, / With some fair fascination all its own.
And is it youth or is it maiden sweet, / A goddess or a god come down to sway? / Love fearful, hesitating, turns his feet, / Nor any word's avowal will betray.