"Know that the age of Pyrrha is long passed, And though thy form is eternized in stone, The sculptor’s doings cannot Time outlast, Nor Beauty live save but in blood and bone; Though new Pygmalions should again arise Idolatrous of images like thee, Time the iconoclast e’en stone destroys, As steadfast rocks are splintered by the sea. Thou shouldst indeed a hamadryad be, Inhabiting some knotted oak alone, And so revive the worship of the Tree Which, by succession, outlives barren stone. Though thus transformed still worshippers would woo, As Daphne-laurels poets yet pursue."