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"They Toil Not, Neither Do They Spin."
One morn before me were three figures seen, / With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; / And one behind the other stepp'd serene, / In placid sandals, and in white robes graced; / They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn, / When shifted round to see the other side; / They came again; as when the urn once more / Is shifted round, the first seen shades return; / And they were strange to me, as may betide / With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.