"O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!"
John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn
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I love that poem. It's like he wrote just for the maidens and the New Forest!
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