text:  "Child " I cried "what wond'rous master In his school of art hath form'd thee That so deftly and so truly From the sketch unto the burnish Thou hast finish'd such a gem?" As I spoke a breeze arising Stirr'd the tree-tops in the picture Ruffled every pool of water Waved the garments of the maiden; And what more than all amazed me Her small feet took motion also And she came towards the station Where I sat beside the boy