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Narcissus
- O pool in which we dallied
- And splashed the prostrate Noon!
- O Water-boy, more pallid
- Than any watery moon!
- O Lilies round him turning!
- O broken Lilies, strewn!
- O silver Lutes of Morning!
- O Red of the Drums of Noon!
- O dusky-plumaged sorrow!
- O ebon Swans of Care—
- I sought thee on the Morrow,
- And never found thee there!
- I breathed the vapour-blended
- Cloud of a dim despair:
- White lily, is it ended?
- Gold lily oh, golden hair!
- The pool that was thy dwelling
- I hardly knew again,
- So black it was, and swelling
- With bitter wind and rain.
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