Why View'St Thou, Edwy, With Disdainful Mien The Little Naiad Of The Downton Wave? High 'Mid The Rocks, Where Her Clear Waters Lave The Circling, Gloomy Basin. - In Such Scene, Silent, Sequester'D, Few Demand, I Ween, That Last Perfection Phidian Chisels Gave. Dimly The Soft And Musing Form Is Seen In The Hush'D, Shelly, Shadowy, Lone Concave. - As Sleeps Her Pure, Tho' Darkling Fountain There, I Love To Recollect Her, Stretch'D Supine Upon Its Mossy Brink, With Pendent Hair, As Dripping O'Er The Flood. - Ah! Well Combine Such Gentle Graces, Modest, Pensive, Fair, To Aid The Magic Of Her Watry Shrine. 1: The Above Sonnet Was Addressed To A Friend, Who Had Fastidiously Despised, Because He Did Not Think It Exquisite Sculpture, The Statue Of A Water-Nymph In Mr. Knight'S Singular, And Beautiful Cold Bath At Downton Castle Near Ludlow. It Rises Amidst A Rotunda, Formed By Rocks, And Covered With Shells, And Fossils, In The Highest Elevation Of That Mountainous And Romantic Scene.